1:47 a.m.
we went to the farmer's market today. i bought honey - not the dark clover variety...this was gold and beautiful, had a bit of honeycomb in it. my son likes that kind, and so do i.
i love going to the farmer's market, not just for the fresh produce, but for the conversation - and there's a bit of yesteryear there - chow chow that looks home canned, jams and jellies...kind of reminds me of grandma's kitchen. one young man was unloading his items, and i asked - how are ya today? and he said...oh, it's just another day in paradise. he seemed a bit miserable to be there...
and it kind of made me wonder about people, their jobs and discontent. for instance, my boss usually says - another day, another dollar! and throws her hands in the air to punctuate the futility of it all. and if she's feeling really cheated, she'll vary a bit and say, another day, another 50 cents! on the days she says that, i know to either lay low, or that i can get away with just about anything ;-)
i felt a little sorry for the young man at the market, but mostly, i felt that my presence as a customer was an inconvenience because he didn't really want to be there.
that's just me, i guess.
man, i really need some sleep.
5 comments:
Mornin' Spice*...
Different day, same stuff. :)
Have a Goodun'!*
Tina*
If I couldn't be happy doing what I'm doing I wouldn't be doing it! It's a beautiful morning here in my world, how about yours? Martha :-)
Hey, I was up at 1:47 this morning, too!
Lori
I have a massage therpist who yawns sometime when giving a massage. Talk about making me feel good. lol I keep going because her price is good and she it the mother to one of John's grandchildren. Paula
WELL MS. B, FLIRTING WITH THE YOUNGUN'SAT THE MARKET IS YOUR NEW THING, IS IT???? HOPE THAT NEW TROPICAL DEPRESSION WE ARE SENDING YOUR WAY MISSES YOU......LADYBUG
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