***this post is from 6 days ago. WordPress needed an update which I just fixed by myself! Amazing.
Seasonal eating, my ass!!!! That’s what we would say in Jersey or I do anyway.
It’s June 1st and I wore a winter hat and my Irish fisherman’s sweater when we went down to the Albany and Schenectady NY area to make deliveries.
We decided to visit our old stomping grounds at the Schenectady Farmers Market.
It was fun walking around the market and being on the other side of the tables. We saw many people who we knew from the market and some of our customers as well.
I saw a person who I made a wonderful connection with when we were at the market weekly.
He didn’t recognize me at first but when I spoke I knew he remembered my voice. How could you not. Lol.
He looked great and he told me I looked different and my face was brighter. He was waiting for me to tell him I quit drinking.
He knew because the same thing happened to him. I guess that’s why he looked so much better than he used to.
Larry and I have something, some kind of a connection that I can’t explain but I met him for a reason and ran into him again today for some reason.
Talking with him for a while made me smile and my heart was happy.
He is a gentle soul, a soul I am sure my soul has known before. That has to be the connection I feel. A true namaste friendship.
Marty stood quietly by my side while we talked. He told me he never would have recognized me.
Larry is not the first one that has told me my face looks brighter, I see that myself too.
I am so glad I ran into him and he was doing well, looked younger, and didn’t seem sad or lost anymore.
He shared with me he knows many people like him and I that woke up one morning and decided that was it. No more alcohol.
It wasn’t something we gave up, it was something we didn’t need anymore. Both of us didn’t need to self medicate ourselves anymore.
That was when I hugged him. We smiled at each other knowing exactly how wonderful that felt.
We do miss that market but the ride home reminded us that it is just too far away especially on a Sunday. Our day of rest.
I was thinking about what I wanted to make for dinner while we were driving home. I was still freezing from walking around the market.
I decided I felt like having French Onion Soup tonight. It was definitely a soup day.
That’s when I thought to myself that craving hot soup in June was just wrong.
I thought by now we would want to eat that is seasonal, something grilled. That’s when I said, “Seasonal eating my ass!”
When we got home I made a big mug of Earl Gray tea and ate some curried chicken salad.
I didn’t want it on top of greens with slices of apples like I usually eat it. It was too cold to eat a fucking salad.
Seriously, Mother Nature, have mercy on us. Let June shine some sunshine on us and warm us with your warm temperatures.
*** It hasn’t happened to me me in a while when I am writing a post about one topic and something completely different comes out.
I didn’t intend to write about Larry when I sat down to write tonight, the words just flowed freely which I let happen. ☺️