Saturday

market apples

don't you love the word 'Saturday'? It is such a fat word. It holds promise and freedom and blt's and market and fat saturday paper and TIME.

Today has been a perfect Saturday so far. The step-dot and I went to the market - we ate Chinese food on the broad steps, we schmoozed, we sampled, we bought fat-back ribs and lamb stew meat and cox's pippins and pears. We wandered over to a church on Inglis because I'd heard a rug-hooking show was opening last night - nope - not til sunday so we'll wait - no big deal. We went into old neighborhoods and looked at what was going on. We listened to step-dot's new Emily Autumn cd and talked about her and what a strange and wondrous artist she is. We connected and as the step-dot is really the love of my life - it was good. Then we sauntered home (can you saunter in a car - yes you can!) and I read the newspaper on the couch. Then I did some counter cleaning and de-cluttering which was DEEPLY satisfying. I walked the dog for almost an hour and really enjoyed it although we didn't go back in the snowy icy woods but stuck to the road. I noticed the strange deep hues of the low clouds - an intense deep blue that one would never think of in connection to a grey January day but there it was and bits of light coming through and some birds here and there - though they are shockingly low in numbers these last few years.

Then I did some writing on Sojourner and now I'm heading upstairs to sit for awhile. After that, the sweet patootie and I are going to friends for dinner. How nice is that?!

Like I said - a perfect FAT Saturday.