Maggie and I did a new thing today. We walked the entire Farmer’s Market on the square. I’d briefly stepped out to pick up lunch or purchase local beef, when working the square, but have never leisurely walked the entire market. Maggie Rose has never walked the square. Mind you, we’ve lived here almost nine years.
I purchased arugula and a fresh salad mix from the vendor I would often exchange pleasantries with each summer Saturday morning, as I was opening shop. He remembers me and adores Maggie Rose.
After perusing everything fresh and fragrant and handmade and delicious, we proceed to our (my) favorite taco truck. Quesadilla is what’s for lunch, topped with fresh roasted always spicy-hot-to-the-mouth jalapeños, and homemade habanero sauce. Oh so good.
Continuing on our way, Maggie Rose was winning friends and influencing people, with every step. Pausing briefly, a nice gentleman asks if it’s okay for him to give Maggie Rose a bite of fresh Bristol Bay wild caught salmon. Oh yeah, it’s okay. Maggie Rose was telegraphing her approval, her nubby tail swishing back and forth with ecstatic delight. And again, he offers her sweet-schnauzer-self another generous portion of salmon. She’s as pleased with her outing and treats, as I am with mine.
We visited local businesses of which I’d never taken the time to visit.
We visited former colleagues, on and off the square.
As we were leaving, a rare parking space became available, in front of a bookstore I’d never been to before. I’m wanting to purchase an Amplified Bible. As a younger believer, I was never interested in an amplified version. I wanted to memorize verses, and amplifying only added to the word count. Now, enhanced clarity, full meaning behind original Greek and Hebrew, appeals to me. Alas, there were no bibles. The bookstore associate kindly pointed me to a book titled ‘Gnostics’. It is a beautiful bookstore.
Our day was a good day, venturing out to see and experience all the sights and sounds and smells, listening to the myriad conversations, willing or unwillingly. Occasionally along the way, overstimulation may have occurred, for both Maggie and me.
We are grateful to be home in the comfort of our little cozy place on the Snake River. The distance, from all hustle and bustle of a busy Saturday morning in Jackson, is perfect for us. Now we relax and indulge in splendid solitude and serenity.
Happy Saturday from the schnauzer and me, living the dream in Wyoming.
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