We've been enjoying some fabulous weather, the kind that we should be during the month of October. It makes me feel renewed, ready for so many of the life experiences the summer, with its humidity, allowed me to ignore. Days that are bright with sunshine, a tiny chill in the air, beg me to get outside and running around in my car, doing errands without the dreaded return to a sticky seat in an overheated vehicle.
So, this morning, I ticked a few things off my list, made a few stops in between shopping for my father, visiting him for some inane conversation, spending an hour and a half in a class led by the
most irreverent, left-wing liberal, smartest man I've ever met and daydreaming of my great gal-pal, LH, ripping his lungs out after gauging his eyeballs from their sockets. And then on to Whole Foods before returning home.
It's days like this that keep me going. I love the variety, the challenge of not having to decide exactly who I am or who I will be in the future. Let it ride, enjoy the view (points), write essays in my head, pat myself on the shoulder for being able to put it all into perspective and to seek more and more information about what makes people keep going.
Oh, did I mention that my morning also included a trip to my beloved thrift shop? Why, yes it did. And, as I was walking back to my car, I saw the most beautiful sight. An older man, embracing a younger man as they were parting. And I heard the words, "I love you. It was so great just spending some time with you son". Naturally, I had to but in. "Is that your father?" "Yes, he's come thirteen hundred miles down the street to meet me for breakfast". My words of wisdom, "Remember this moment. You are very lucky because so few fathers say what yours is saying. Treasure this". I could not help myself from the outburst of pleasure that their behavior induced. It as such a treat. A father and a son, neither of them looking particularly well-to-do, the son was a bit scruffy, and looked as if he might have had some personal challenges. He just had that appearance. You see it a lot around here. I can't be sure - I'm reading the book by its cover and could be off-target by miles but one thing I did know, they loved and cared for each other and they made me happy.
Hours later, after exiting the Whole Foods market and returning to my car with just a handful of groceries for which I paid a lot of money, I came across another couple. (was it the weather?). This time, it was a young man and woman, both dressed in chic black, black and black. They looked "smart" she wore short shorts over her black stockings. They hugged awkwardly and kissed as if they were leaving each going to go their separate ways. And then I noticed the cause of the awkward hug. She held a lit cigarette in the arm that dangled at her side during the embrace. This time, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut, my words, I'm sure would not be as appreciated as they were by the pony-tailed son in the tie-dyed shirt earlier in the day. I mentally spoke,hoping that maybe it is possible to read minds.
If you love her so much, why do you let her smoke? Ugh. Go figure.
So, this morning, I ticked a few things off my list, made a few stops in between shopping for my father, visiting him for some inane conversation, spending an hour and a half in a class led by the
most irreverent, left-wing liberal, smartest man I've ever met and daydreaming of my great gal-pal, LH, ripping his lungs out after gauging his eyeballs from their sockets. And then on to Whole Foods before returning home.
It's days like this that keep me going. I love the variety, the challenge of not having to decide exactly who I am or who I will be in the future. Let it ride, enjoy the view (points), write essays in my head, pat myself on the shoulder for being able to put it all into perspective and to seek more and more information about what makes people keep going.
Oh, did I mention that my morning also included a trip to my beloved thrift shop? Why, yes it did. And, as I was walking back to my car, I saw the most beautiful sight. An older man, embracing a younger man as they were parting. And I heard the words, "I love you. It was so great just spending some time with you son". Naturally, I had to but in. "Is that your father?" "Yes, he's come thirteen hundred miles down the street to meet me for breakfast". My words of wisdom, "Remember this moment. You are very lucky because so few fathers say what yours is saying. Treasure this". I could not help myself from the outburst of pleasure that their behavior induced. It as such a treat. A father and a son, neither of them looking particularly well-to-do, the son was a bit scruffy, and looked as if he might have had some personal challenges. He just had that appearance. You see it a lot around here. I can't be sure - I'm reading the book by its cover and could be off-target by miles but one thing I did know, they loved and cared for each other and they made me happy.
Hours later, after exiting the Whole Foods market and returning to my car with just a handful of groceries for which I paid a lot of money, I came across another couple. (was it the weather?). This time, it was a young man and woman, both dressed in chic black, black and black. They looked "smart" she wore short shorts over her black stockings. They hugged awkwardly and kissed as if they were leaving each going to go their separate ways. And then I noticed the cause of the awkward hug. She held a lit cigarette in the arm that dangled at her side during the embrace. This time, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut, my words, I'm sure would not be as appreciated as they were by the pony-tailed son in the tie-dyed shirt earlier in the day. I mentally spoke,hoping that maybe it is possible to read minds.
If you love her so much, why do you let her smoke? Ugh. Go figure.
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