Today I love this heavy moody day. I love that the marketing was finished up and I was in the car when it started to rain. I love the Saturday morning Farmers’ Market so much that even dull grey rainy days are beautiful there. I love getting my week’s bread and eggs and bacon and veggies there and my Saturday morning breakfast as well. I love this town, the people I get to see and chat with. I love watching folks who know and love the market as they move around gathering up the things they’ve come for. But I love even more when there are people at the market for the first time, moving through the stalls, discovering what’s there, discovering what they cannot pass by, the things they have to try, the things that will make them come back time and time again. I love the market and the way it lifts my mood when I am down and makes my mood even better when I am up or excited or happy.
Today I love that it looks like my house will sell early in the new year and that means I will be a man without a mortgage but with time on my hands and maybe a chance to see a little bit more of my country and maybe even some of the world in the next little while. I love that I am now faced with all the plans I had made to buy a new car and some equipment for making music publicly and am settling down and considering taking my time on those things. I love that I am not feeling disappointed, but in fact quite cheerful about driving my beat up old pickup truck through this winter and waiting ’til spring to consider the choice of a new vehicle.
Today I love that as I sit here writing this, it rains, then it stops, then it snows, then it stops, and then it rains again. I love indecisive weather, makes me feel like I’m not alone in my indecisive ways. I love sitting by the fireplace and feeling the cold of the outdoors only by looking out the window while soaking up the heat as it comes at me like a blanket of warmth radiating from the flickering flames.
Today I love coffee at the market, coffee in the truck, and especially coffee in front of the fireplace’s flickering friendly flames.