You don’t get many perfect days in life. I’m trying to make the most of my weekends these days, and this Saturday was pretty much as good as it gets.
When we woke up, it was raining. I love rainy days, and I’m glad to have them again now that I’m in Texas. It was also 60 degrees, which meant jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt. Jeans are my favorite clothes ever, and shorts just don’t do it for me the same way. I have a few pairs of jeans that fit just perfect right now, and that makes me feel great.
We went to explore the local farmer’s market. I have to admit, I’d gotten used to the anemic offerings in Arizona flea markets, where you’re lucky if you get a few locally grown items mixed in with typical supermarket fare. I read this on their website, and one of the vendors also explained it to me: At the Cedar Park Farmer’s Market, vendors are only allowed to sell things they’ve produced in some way. The coffee seller got her beans from Brazil, but she roasts them herself. The man sharpening knives only sharpens knives; he doesn’t sell them because he doesn’t make them. The man selling burgers buys his beef from the rancher a few tents over, then uses the recipe his mother showed him for his patties.
It was raining, but a really cool experience. I think there were almost as many dogs as people there. The kids were polite, and all the vendors smiled and made conversation. We bought way more than we intended (it was meant as a scouting mission), and the husband got a bunch of water dumped on his head and down his back from the tents overspilling.
When we finished up, we headed over to PetSmart to pick up a few items. Though my goal is to get away from big box stores, for things like cat litter, I don’t have a ton of options. There was an adoption event going on, and my husband decided that Ripley looks a lot like a Boxer. (I call Ripley my Rorschach dog test… everyone sees something different. We know mom was a German Shepherd, but have no idea about dad. Maybe a Pit Bull, or a Boxer, or a Great Dane. Sometimes she looks almost exactly like Scooby Doo.)
Afterward, we got a little lunch and some Starbucks (the coffee roaster was out of coffee at the farmer’s market). Then we came home and took naps to the sound of rain. After that, we did quite a bit of unpacking. I burned some candles, played some music, wrote some words… really, how does life get any better??