Gifted

September 7, 2013

I must be seven pounds lighter after searing in the heat at the Farmers Market today. “Womaned” the t-shirt table again, did not sell one jar of my famous Wisconsin maple syrup, which is discouraging. The two man band sitting next to me played old eighties tunes while parties came and went, purchasing dripping ice cream cones, unnatural colored slushes and weeping malts from the shop in the parking lot. The Market didn’t attract too many customers today, less people are motivated to get out in the humidity to buy their produce and …um, syrup.

On the way home, now a size zero, I stopped at the brick church on the corner since there were tables laid out with clothing and household items of interest. I piled a few things together and asked the smiley woman situated behind the banquet table how the goods are priced and she assured me they are FREE! I stammered in disbelief, thanking her, and everyone within spitting distance, for hosting the event. I presumed to add to my pile, a variety of little lights for Taelor, cute skirts, a business suit and wool sweater that made me drip just looking at it. Thrilled beyond belief with my armful of free things, I bypassed the fire truck with cute firefighters in tight blue pants giving tours, a blast of entertaining music, complimentary juicy beef burgers, and most likely cans of off-brand cola to head home for some house and yard clean-up. Ty was whining as I approached the door, evidently he knew I was in the vicinity and couldn’t stand not being a tag-a-long. I reassured him that they didn’t have anything in his size at the sale.