Lovely Day

(Bill Withers)

This was my Saturday.

I wake up to being kissed, and told that I am beautiful and loved. My feet are massaged with lotion, for no other reason than to make me happy. I go down to the sofa and jazz is playing on the sound system, and Victor brings me a perfect cup of coffee. We sit in comfortable silence on our computers, and after an hour or so I leave to go to the tailgate market to sell cheese. I have local customers who have become friends, and make plans with several of them to meet up during the week. Megan walks to the market bringing snacks to share. I love selling at the market; being part of the community, and making new friends. I go home and take a nap. When I wake up its time to get ready to go out; we are meeting our friend Roger, who is a world renowned glass blower, for wine followed by a visit to an art gallery, where an exhibit of glass marbles is being held; people from all over the world come to this event. We talk to glass blowers, and I am given a gift of a beautiful pink sparkly marble. Our evening continues with dinner at Vivians, a little French resaraunt with the most incredible food. I never knew what good food was until I met Victor. After dinner we go to a tiny, 40 seater theater, for an avante garde play. I totally enjoy the expeience, but we leave at intermissinon becaue it was a little too disjointed and out there. We head to our favorite local bar for hot dogs and martinis, and chat with the bartenders. And now, Im sitting in bed, writing this post, overwhemed that this is now my life.