I love my community, or rather, I’m learning to love my community. It hasn’t come naturally to me; it is something I’m having to practice. Today has helped me along the way.
Patty and I went treasure hunting through town this morning. It started because I’m becoming an old man, which apparently is defined–by me–as a morning person. Being a morning person is also something that hasn’t come naturally to me, but I woke up at 7:30 AM today and that got me started.
First, we went to the local farmer’s market, where we scored some tomato plants, bacon, chorizo, and an assortment of fresh veggies. The only thing that would have been better would been to have gotten some of the brisket the meat folks had run out of.
Next, we went to a church friend’s yard sale, where I scored a PG Wodehouse book and Patty discovered some nice plates that will apparently make nice wall decorations.
After that, we stopped at the Goodwill to drop off some donations, which inevitably led to us browsing inside. There, I got a copy of Dickens’ Great Expectations and Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Both are books, admittedly, I should already own and have read, but alas are not. Well, I own Pride and Prejudice, but it is part of a single collection of Austen’s books, and I hate reading books that way. I also got DVD copies of The Exorcism of Emily Rose and Tristen and Isolde.
Finally, we stopped at the Post Office where I picked up a package of some neat canisters I’d ordered from England and a copy of Understanding Fiction–the book that influenced Flannery O’Connor while she was studying at the University of Iowa Writer’s Workshop.
All told, it’s been a productive and fruitful morning. Now, I’m off to do some yard work with my boys–they just don’t know it yet!