I had a draft going that was recapping my hospital stay, but it was boring so I deleted it. The upshot is that I feel better, finally, and I’m fine and that’s good, because I am suddenly busy like I never knew even when I was in college full time and had two jobs.
Last night just Willow and I went to the farmer’s market. I needed to pick up some local honey, because the allergy pills alone aren’t cutting it and I want to try this home remedy. See, the bees are all polleny when they make the honey. If you get honey that is made in the area where you live and isn’t filtered or cooked or messed with, the pollen is still in there and you have a great little way to get your immune system to get over itself and quit flipping out whenever flowers bloom.
Did I mention that the doctor (yeah, I just had to go there) says that I cannot have alcohol or coffee until further notice which will come when I see him IN A MONTH? I’m devastated. And tired. And not at all relaxed in the evenings.
We were at the farmer’s market. Willow was really cute. She held my hand and even though I just wanted to pop in and get the honey and some cherry tomatoes for her, she decided we had to walk up and down the rows and look at all the booths. There was a guy there singing and playing guitar. Little kids were dancing in front of him, and I figured that was where she was leading me. I was thinking, Damn, I’ll have to give him a dollar or something and I don’t want to, when she dragged me past him to get a real good look at the arugula.
The woman at the honey stand gave us some honey sticks. I got orange and Willow picked green, which was a nasty little thing that did NOT taste at all of apples. I finished mine and chewed the plastic straw while we walked, and Willow handed hers to me and said, "Here, YOU have this!"
I can’t tell you what it was about that little moment, but everything was good. Willow was being her funny, sweet self, the sun was going down and everyone looked fabulous with that golden light on their skin. The produce was bright red and green and yellow and orange and purple. It smelled great, the weather was perfect, I wasn’t worried or stressed about anything. We were just blissed out at the farmer’s market. I love those times. They are gifts.
pink ipod, green honeystick