Thursday evenings are my favorite.
Piano lessons in the afternoon, and then freedom - the late afternoon and evening stretches before me.
Today it was errands first: pick up some things for my dog and pick up my free coffee (hooray for tax day deals!), then a quick drive by my new favorite thrift store. Coffee in hand, the bell on the door rings a cheery greeting to me, and I smile at the ladies behind the counter. They are older ladies, sweet and funny, and though I recognize them from being here before, I don't know any of them very well. They remind me of my grandmother with their perfect hair, faces arranged just so, capris and cropped jackets, shaky hands and lots of rings.
I move along, browsing through vintage dishes and jewelry, and I realize they are talking about me. Hushed whispers so I won't hear, but louder than they probably think to compensate for their hearing aids (which they all have). I'm careful not to make eye contact or let on that I am hearing them. To do so would embarrass them for sure. Yet I am strangely curious about what they have to say.
They've seen me before they are saying and listing where - the mall, this shop, the farmer's market last summer. They recognize me because I am always wearing skirts. They think I am into wearing vintage as a fashion statement, but one lady mentions that maybe it is my religion.
Soon I am done and step up to purchase my little trinkets, chatting about the weather, but unsure how to bring up the subject. I decide against it - to let on that I heard would be an embarrassment to these prim and proper ladies, so I just leave a kind word, my smile, and a tract with my story.
On to home and supper on the porch. Bees buzzing all around - need to get rid of some nests around the porch. My cilantro is poking through the dirt in spots of bright green, but no signs of the basil yet. Garlic still growing strong - I've counted about 16 bulbs, although some mixed in with the daffodils and it is hard to tell just now. I also planted some spring onions and some okra, just because, and I can't wait for them to make their appearance! Morning glory seeds sit on the table, the bright, glossy photo taunting me. They are my favorite of the perennial seeds we usually buy, and I'm determined to find a good spot this year where they can flourish. But I have to wait for them until the middle of May, just in case of a late spring frost. The vegetables are all near the house, so they should be safe.
An evening trip with my mother to pick up some groceries, then home again to sweep through my little suite of rooms - picking up and cleaning out more. Every time I make a pile of more things to go, I am amazed at how much I have gotten rid of and I'm sure that is the last of it. After a couple weeks, I always seem to find more things laying around that I never use, never wear, don't quite fit or don't quite work. No more time for hanging on, storing up, or fixing up - it's time to clean it all out! We had our first yard sale planned for this Saturday hoping to clean out the basement, but with certain rain on the forecast, we will have to wait until the end of May. Our schedule is packing up rather quickly!
And now a peaceful evening - windows open, spring breeze, clean sheets and a snoring dog. Needs met and future certain - happy in Jesus! What more could I ask for? :)