It was an awfully good day. Ok, ok. Nothing tremendous happened. It was nice to feel a simplicity today. I had my knitting and a breeze and I went on about my business. This won’t be a long post, don’t worry. I just felt good today sitting with my needles and listening to my thoughts. Allowing some to surface. A 6 mile bike ride to the post office gave me some head time. If anyone on St. Simons Island saw a guy in a ballcap on a bike with a collection of teddy bears on his back and giggled, that was me. If you snapped a pic, I’d love to see it. It was HYSTERICAL looking, I imagine.
The slow ride home was filled with dreams. “I can’t wait to get back to work when I get home. Sit outside. Eat my black beans. Knit my bears.”
When I got home, I discovered my neighbor had donated to me a tomato plant in a nice big pot. Along side was some basil, dill, and oregano. I can’t wait to make caprese.
I often don’t hear of contemporary music often. I don’t listen to that sort of radio. But, I heard the Black Keys today and felt I couldn’t wait for boiled peanuts, me shirtless with a cowboy hat on the beach with a bonfire, maybe some friends, maybe a beer, maybe some bothersome bugs brought on by the mugginess, maybe some crickets screaming off out there somewhere wanting to sing along. Yes, I am a man who’d rather be half naked in the summer evenings than bundled up indoors shying away from the cold. 70 degrees is COLD for me. I love the south. I love our traditions. And I really can’t wait for boiled peanuts.
Hoping you’re all well tonight.
I hear your prayers of hope.
We’ll all be fine.