Dawn to dusk without complaint

I started the day early, dropping junk and an old chandelier at the neighborhood Dumpster Day.  After forty-five minutes at the Y, I headed down to the basement to continue the cleaning process.  Eventually, I got in the Prius and nosed it northwards, towards Carnie’s Honker Springs Farm.  Jerry Stewart welcomed me with purple and white balloons, hung on the mailbox to herald those arriving for Ellen Carnie’s 2nd Annual Farm party.  The music and people flowed around me; children, husbands, wives, friends, guitar, piano, drums, voices.   I scooted south again an hour before sunset.  As I pulled  off Highway 71. turning west, the sun set, guiding me home after a day when everything and everyone found me joyful, without complaint.


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