Love where you live!
LA MESA -- As the temperature began to drop this afternoon I closed the door to my shop on La Mesa Blvd. I have piano music playing inside the store, and I just put lights on my tree in the window. A kind woman who walks by from time to time came in and asked me if I liked persimmons. About a half hour later, in she walked with a persimmon cake. It is divine. The aroma of cloves and cinnamon fill the room. Thank goodness I have a fork here, but I am not ashamed to say I would have cut a piece with a ruler and eaten it with two unsharpened pencils. I wonder how many towns have people who bring shop keepers persimmon bundt cake?
This is our town. La Mesa. Our community. Filled with good people and dogs, with cars driving by and police officers riding past on motorcycles. Babies in strollers and kids on skateboards. Our town. Parrots fly by overhead in the afternoon on their way to their nighttime cozy place in the trees nearby. Noisy and colorful, a fleeting darting chattering splash of color across a November sky.
There is no specific point to this bit of writing today. Nothing being railed against or bemoaned. No political angst, no PBID or term limits or narratives about Oktoberfest. It's pretty much just saying thank you, because I wonder sometimes if I say thank you enough. To God or the Universe or the people around me. I am so uncommonly blessed to live in this town, blessed to be alive, actually, surrounded by all this life and noise. And I have persimmon cake! It couldn't get any better. It really couldn't. So I just wanted to put my thoughts of thankfulness out into the universe today because I think I'd be disappointed in myself tonight if i didn't. I think It's kind of what November is mostly comprised of and motivated by, thankfulness...