Today was my first day at the neighborhood garden shop. You'd think I'd have something interesting to say...and maybe I would but, boy...I'm tired and my brain is sleepy.
I'll tell you though, the best thing about this job is walking to work. And the best part about that is reading while I walk. I love reading and walking. It is, what I would consider, one of life's simple pleasures. Today I started Time Was Soft There, by Jeremy Mercer. Although I haven't gotten very far, it is so far so good. I picked it up several times at the bookstore while checking inventory and finally bought it because the description of the book on the back made me think of my own life, both past and present. Sometimes books nag at me until I just go ahead and read them. This was one of them. I looked at the title and tried to think of the periods in my life when time was soft. Over and over I did this...but whenever I watched the mental map of my life unfold, it led right to where I am. So, although I miss those times, I'm thankful to have lived them in the first place.
I'm also thankful that I can walk to work, with barely the need to look up from my book. I was totally calm about my first day until about an hour before I had to leave. Then I got nervous. Walking and reading calmed me down considerably. I worked outside most of the day and watched finches hop along the garden pots looking for seed. I watched the most incredible sunset ever. I had a few very interesting conversations with my new boss (it was just the two of us--we did the same trek in the Himalayas of Nepal! and reminisced about our favorite villages). I laughed a lot and was quiet a lot (both felt nice). I strung up christmas lights. I bonked my head on a bird feeder (hard!). I swept. I sat. I watched the clock. I met some more of the neighborhood. I thought about when time was soft. I decided that today falls into that category.
And then I walked home in the warmest, softest November night I can ever remember.