Feels Like Home To Me

Today is one of those days that if you could relive it over and over, you would. There isn't one monumentous thing that makes it stand out, but a multitude of smaller happenings, moments and feelings that add up to a memorable day. It's a day you will recall whenever you try to retreat to your own happy place.

My day began with an early morning writing session. I was all alone in our quiet little house, typing to my heart's content, uninterupted. It was peaceful and creative, my two favorite states.
I ventured to the Farmer's Market with my mother. Seeing people mill around, chatting and enjoying nature's bounty was quite satisfying. I had a sense of community as I picked through sweet corn and chose squash, talking with the vendors and eavesdropping as those around me visited.

I rushed to a pedicure appointment, a quite different experience than my morning. It was noisy and busy in the little beauty shop. It's not a boutique. It's not anything more than a beauty shop. All ages and creeds come together there not only for a haircut; they come to talk and visit. Laughter erupts routinely and it's nice to feel a part of another community: womanhood. I enjoy sitting and talking with my pedicurist. She's funny and witty and her accent doesn't inhibit our conversation as much as it used to. She's stubborn and outspoken. I also pick up a lot of other "knowledge" as I sit, feet propped up.

I wrapped up there and met Queen of Cool for her official birthday celebration. Just getting together was a real treat and I was thankful for our peppy moods and comaraderie. We grabbed lunch followed by a movie. What restaurant and movie. . . it doesn't matter. We just got some time together.

We ventured to Target. Yes, Target, the Mecca of all womankind. It's a place we tend to gravitate, she and I, in the same way some people trek to holy places. Both of us are on a spending hiatus, not imposed by ourselves, but by our significant others. In our quest to eliminate debt and save nest eggs, we are no longer privvy to impulse buying, so it casts a different light on our Target runs. We suddenly realized the humor in this paradigm shift. We found enough humor in fact that I nearly had to sit down on the floor in an attempt not to fall over in laughter. I haven't giggled that hard in so long. I am sure that I will often recall that moment whenever I am walking down the aisles of any store. Cool can make me laugh like no other.

I came home to find my very own Cynical cooking up the bounty from today's farmers' market trip. There is nothing better than sweet corn, vine ripe tomatoes and every Southerner's favorite: sweet tea.

Today was easy. It wasn't hard. It wasn't difficult. It was just what I needed. I am not sure what the evening holds, but I am sure we will wrap up a great day with a quiet ending. Is there any other way?

Update:
Tomatoes:
The photo here shows our own summer's bounty. We dined on them tonight and it's incredible to know that something you started has produced something so juicy and good. As promised, a photo is shown here of our little red tomatoes.

Cola Intake:
One fountain Diet Coke from McDonalds. I went for a medium size, even though the larges are on sale for 69 cents. Remember: baby steps.

Yard Mowing:
Mowed and raked. I love that man.