That Sunday Sensation
Today was busy; not too busy to be enjoyed, but busy with enjoyment.
I went to the Saturday Morning Farmer’s Market for what felt like the first time in a few months. I’ve managed to eat myself out of house and home these past few days so I decided I ought to stock up on some fresh fruits and veggies. Among other awesome edibles, I scored a pound and a half of dates, the last of the season, and have declared them my new favorite fruit. How come nobody ever told me such tender and honeyed fruits existed before? I also met up with some friendly face and made plans for later in the day.
Checking the mail when I got back to my apartment I was glad to find two packages I’ve been waiting on for a few weeks. Amongst their treasured contents was the Sigur Rós DVD Heima, of which I am such a fan that I decided to buy a copy of it. Little pirate pays due, amazing!
Salad for lunch; mixed greens, spicy asian peanut dressing, feta cheese, avocado, and sugar-snap peas. I was reminded of walking through my mom’s garden back in New Jersey, standing next to trellises interlaced with curling green vines hanging finger-sized pea pods. Those sugar-snap peas were also so crunchy, so sweet; just thinking about them brings back the smell that bursts out when you crack one in half. I remember sitting on the patio after dinner as the sun started to set, hearing little-league baseball playing on under electric lights on the other side of the train tracks, bats dipping into the sky from tree to tree, and walking barefoot across the lawn toward the garden with a green dessert in mind. Peas grown here in the valley are delicious, for sure, but the fruit of my mom’s backyard garden will always seem sweeter.
Early in the afternoon, Brad picked me up in his rattletrap of a truck and we scuttled over to pick up Ryan. The three of us made our way to S&S Produce to pick up some groceries for the cookout at Brad’s. Shopping for food with boys is fun.
When we got back to Brad’s house, Ryan set up his massage chair and started working on Amber, while Brad and I set up a bike stand and started working on Ryan’s bike. After a little hub adjustment, some brake adjustment, swapping out the old bars for a shiny new pair (of old bars) with the proper clamp diameter, straightening out the chain-line, a headset adjustment and repacking the bearing in one of his pedals, the bike was good as new. Better than new. Ryan’s bike has some undeniable style, and it was great to see his eyes light up when the rejuvenating overhaul was complete.
Brad fired up the grill eventually, and more guests trickled in as the ideal afternoon faded in to evening. Food upon food left us full, but high spirits, warm company, and hours in the sun made room for the ice cream float dessert.
Today felt like a Sunday in the way it floated past so nicely, and wrapped up so consummately.