June 22, 2013
Farmers Markets nearly
always lift my spirits. Fresh bouquets, colorful fruits and vegetables, a local
musician sings and plays guitar in the midst of the crowds of customers who are
not particularly polite in getting out of the way of the lady on crutches. I
must look forgiving since a woman crossed the busy street, dodging cars, to ask
me for some cash, whatever I can spare, to get she and her daughter something
to eat since they just took a bus from Chicago
and are hungry. I pulled what little cash I had in my coin purse without
hesitation. As I pushed the red clasp closed, a woman passed by and made a
suggestion that the requester is on her way to buy drugs or alcohol. My view is
if I am willing to give it; whether a protein bar, apple, jar of tea or a few
bills, I am obligated to “let it go” and consider it a gift. I don’t honestly
care what he/she chooses to spend it on. If I judge them then I am probably
judged in-kind.
A lot of family gatherings
happened this weekend. Some people, related by marriage, whom I have not seen
in several years. The kids are stretching out and they were little and now
talking about college options. With all of the power outages, the shower and
washer/dryer are in constant use. It is incredulous to imagine over 530,000
people without power!
My sister was out on the
streets, looking at all of the damage in the South
Minneapolis neighborhood and happened to run into one of my old
and significant beaus from years past. He didn’t register until she had already
gone by and then shared the story with me much later. I am surprised to
discover he is in town and noticed how I reacted. Amusement snuck into
trepidation then back to humor at myself. I have no interest in being together
with this man and certainly have no Cinderella complex saga going on any
longer. I have grown up (and out) and moved on from the wonder of infatuation. Bumping
into the memory of him is funny. Dated when I was 21 for two years, then again
when I was 37 and on my way out of the country. A whirlwind second time made me
painfully aware that he wasn’t that into me.
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