Joy...
Emily and I had a discussion recently about the dichotomy that is our life here on Pollywog Creek - simple, unassuming, ordinary small-town life versus celebrity interviews and gatherings with dignitaries.
One afternoon Emily met the vice president, changed her clothes in a grocery store bathroom and raced home to babysit for a friend.
And so it goes.
Today I wore my holey jeans and the worn out flip-flips I bought two years ago at Target. The same holey jeans and flip-flops I wear three or four days a week. We cleaned toilets and washed feet. Tomorrow we're off to a fancy-schmancy gala.
Is it okay to admit that I'm much more comfortable in my holey jeans in the obscurity that is our rural home?
Saturday I took photos of the sugarcane fields and the mill and refinery as we drove along the southern tip of Lake Okeechobee. It was not a picture-perfect day, but even under the clouds and through the car window, the dark soil, the bright green fields, and the mill smoke stacks were irresistible attractions.
Speaking of irresistible. How about that Lion King, Diego and baby skeleton? Are they not just too, too cute?
We were in the local drivers license office yesterday when a young man in his twenties came in and requested an ID card.
He was obviously surprised and annoyed when the worker behind the counter told him he needed documentation.
"I don't know who you are," she told him.
"I'm Pedro Rodriquez." Not his real name, but close.
"Okay." She stared at him, and he left.
I read a sign on the counter:
"Everyone who comes into this office brings joy. Some bring joy when they come in. Some bring joy when they leave."Not hard to figure out which "joy bringer" was Pedro, but it sure made me think about which one was me.
Labels: Bringing Up Children, Family Life, Mélange, On Being Grand
8 Comments:
In my limited experience, it takes a little fancy shmancy to make me appreciate the hole-y jeans, and vice-versa. (We don't get to galas, but consider church an occassion!)
The sugar cane fields are so beautiful! (Okay, yes, I DO love agriculture...)
Aren't kids in costumes just funny? They are so tickled with themselves!
Mary, the funniest thing was to hear all the other kids recognize "Diego", even though they didn't know Mason. Most adults were clueless, but the kids knew. Precious.
You bring me joy...
Your words and images bless.
I am thankful.
That little lion is just the sweetest!
you are blessed, and the grandkids look very cute.
Ah, give me the holey jeans anyday. And a darling kitty to cuddle. Look at those precious little ones in their costumes - so darling!
Pat, you bring joy when you come in. Anywhere.
Excellent post! Precious little Halloween persons.
I went by the pharmacy Wednesday to pick up a prescription. Usually, Daughter just brings it by but she was afraid she would forget and I needed a few things from the store there anyway. I had called it into the pharmacy the day before but had to stand in line to get it. Well,a man kept coming back and trying to talk to someone. They said he needed a refund and only the Pharmacist could do it. She had told him to sit down until she had time. He thought he should come before the medicine of everyone else.
So on Thursday, I mentioned this to her. I asked was there a language barrier. Was that the reason why he wasn't doing as told? She said, no, she had no trouble understanding him. He just didn't want to wait.
It is hard to stay cheerful when working in public, but she tries.
Mama Bear
I think I'm becoming more of a home-body (garden-girl) everyday. I resist leaving my simple home and love every minute of being here.
The images of yours and pollywog creek make me smile.
Meems @ Hoe and Shovel
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