A Very Good Morning
It was 12-12, which is fun to say.
Went to move my car from the hill on the block (where I’d considered moving my car from to flatter ground - it’s below freezing out), and met Daryl the super from one of the buildings on the hill. He told me he may have some friends interested in buying my car. Really nice guy, also told me that women rule the world. Turns out he was the first of others who have “friends” that want to buy my car. I’m beginning to wonder until what age some of these well-intentioned strangers maintain imaginary friends. Anyway, I digress.
I moved my car to a 9:30 space so I could go to the farmers market. Along the way I was reminded of something my mom had said the night before, and was warmed inside at the thought of her ability to keep a silly and fun sense of humor despite all that has happened, and might happen still.
At the farmer’s market, Pam from the dairy farm was super appreciative of my valiant offer to look for change for the eggnog I was purchasing, but told me that it was too cold out for that sort of thing. She assured me that she was dressed warm enough, and sent me off to have a wonderful day.
Next I went to the coffee shop where the fella that handed me my cappuccino was also super warm, friendly, and sent me off to have a wonderful day.
I moved my car back to my block and waved to Daryl on my way up the hill. As I was getting to exactly where I wanted to park, I noticed the street sweeper had just gone by! There was one spot left on the section of block near my apartment. Perfect timing!
As I was parking, the sun splashed against my rear window, it was then that I noticed someone had drawn the outline of a heart on the glass.
It was a very good morning.