Thinking and Feeling Through Life
Today I went to downtown Tacoma to visit my friend, Josh. I helped him move a couple weeks ago, so he took me to the Black Water Cafe to thank me. I like talking with Josh. I feel like I've got good ideas and am an equal to one of the guys I most respect for his relationship with God. It was nice. I've had a lot on my mind lately and an afternoon in Josh's world was a good addition to the mix.
Dad's office is two blocks down 11th from Josh's place. Every Thursday there is a street market on the road in front of Dad's building and after hanging out with Josh, I stopped to check it out before rushing home to work. I parked down on Pacific in 30 minute parking and walked up the hill. Along the way, I met a middle aged man named Doug. He had grey, fluffy hair, glasses and was wearing a lot of beige. Doug was headed up to the courthouse to file some papers. I told him I was going to visit my dad and the street market. We parted ways and wished one another well. In the market, there were artists of all kinds, farmers, hippies and children. It was still being set up, but as I was heading back out, I took a second look at the Asian family with the organic vegetables and decided I had to get some peas. One pound looked like too much so, the little girl, eager to be a helpful grown up took a small handful out of the bag, just barely put it back on the scale and offered me significantly more than half a pound for the stated price of $1. I was so charmed by this little girl and her mother that I paid two.
It turned out that Dad was in Bremerton, so I couldn't steal a hug from him, but I did find out something fun. The only thing he bought at the street market last week was the peas in the pod that I bought. He got more, but he also paid a higher price per pound and had this little girl's grandfather weighing it in my suspicions. He ate them all in one sitting too. A coincidence? I think not. It must be a family thing.
Anyway, I drove home, eating my organic peas in the pod, listened to some old Caedmon's Call, felt all I had been dealing with in the past week, felt God's nearness and was amazed at how alive I felt.
Dad's office is two blocks down 11th from Josh's place. Every Thursday there is a street market on the road in front of Dad's building and after hanging out with Josh, I stopped to check it out before rushing home to work. I parked down on Pacific in 30 minute parking and walked up the hill. Along the way, I met a middle aged man named Doug. He had grey, fluffy hair, glasses and was wearing a lot of beige. Doug was headed up to the courthouse to file some papers. I told him I was going to visit my dad and the street market. We parted ways and wished one another well. In the market, there were artists of all kinds, farmers, hippies and children. It was still being set up, but as I was heading back out, I took a second look at the Asian family with the organic vegetables and decided I had to get some peas. One pound looked like too much so, the little girl, eager to be a helpful grown up took a small handful out of the bag, just barely put it back on the scale and offered me significantly more than half a pound for the stated price of $1. I was so charmed by this little girl and her mother that I paid two.
It turned out that Dad was in Bremerton, so I couldn't steal a hug from him, but I did find out something fun. The only thing he bought at the street market last week was the peas in the pod that I bought. He got more, but he also paid a higher price per pound and had this little girl's grandfather weighing it in my suspicions. He ate them all in one sitting too. A coincidence? I think not. It must be a family thing.
Anyway, I drove home, eating my organic peas in the pod, listened to some old Caedmon's Call, felt all I had been dealing with in the past week, felt God's nearness and was amazed at how alive I felt.
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