Recently my friend Marie wrote on her
blog about how simple life was when we were kids and how we would spend our summers. Besides staying out till passed dark when our mothers would stick there heads out the front door and yell our name to come home, we climbed trees, played tag, red rover, hide and seek, jumped the fence and went on Safari at the riverbed, played with the water hose...only because I wasn't allowed to have a
slip n slide...but I'm not bitter, anyways, my point is, my summer memories are chuck filled with adventure and good times. One of my favorite memories are me selling fruit door to door and
yes, you read that right!
My maternal grandmother lived on a huge plot of land that was filled with fruit trees which consists of Lemon, Orange, Avocado, Peach, Plum and Fig trees. I would always help her pick the fruit off the trees and put them is boxes. For whatever reason, my grandmother was always telling me that I was her favorite. She said this so much and in front of family, that it just became normal and I never questioned it till many many years later...Anyways, she tells me, because your my favorite girl I'm giving you this fruit so you can sell it and make some money.
Well, such a honor was bestowed on me, I couldn't say no and actually I didn't know what to say.
Selling fruit? How do I do that? Who would buy fruit? On our way home in the car, I asked my mother if I make a sign and put it on the front yard, would people stop by and buy fruit? The answer....NO! Your gonna have to go door to door. OK, you'd think I would be mortified with just the thought of going door to door schlepping fruit, but nope, I was too naive to think it could be embarrassing or anything remotely strange. So I did, for about 5 or 6 summers and I was good at it too. I had regular customers and learned the value of money as I had raked in a whopping $15.00 on average. So I guess life back then was a lot more simple especially when your young and you have no preconceive thoughts on how people see you when your pulling a little red wagon filled with food.
This is Cleo. Ginger was there asleep but when I came outside, she thought I was gonna feed her and she jumped down and started begging...but they both use their new beds.
. A black cooling rack and and a cobalt blue Pyrex pie pan. I needed the rack but the pie pan will be a nice pie giving gift as the total for these two finds....a whopping .50 cents.
Yes!!! It's time, it's time for our Vacation baby. It's time for me to relax, probably poolside with some sort of tropical drink in hand and summon people at my every beck and call. It's time to pamper myself and perhaps schedule massages or a pedicure or whatever I want. It's time for me to sleep in as long as I want even if it means that my family has forsaken me and went somewhere without me. As long as there is a note...I'm good.
It's time for me to stay up as long as I want and switch channels on the TV being that there is probably 500 channels to choose from and not one person can stop me because I will have my own TV. It's time for me to not cook because we will either eat out everyday or someone else will decide they've had enough of Restaurant food and will brake down and whip something up....it won't be me. It's time for me to eat any damn thing I please anytime, anywhere and anyhow, because I can, plus I will spend most of my day time in a pool exercising, swimming and frolicking and a lot of my evening walking about. It's time for me to let lose a little and go shopping with the intent of buying me a little sump'in, sump'in, whether it's a cheesy tourist trap or a high end establishment. It's time to spend some quality time with my hubby and daughter and talk and talk and laugh and laugh some more. It's time to relax and reflect and to put things in perspective and enjoy each other and realize what we have because we are lucky to have it and even more lucky to have each other.
