7-Eleven, Big Gulp

 Summer in my life is very much like, I think, a Big Gulp drink would be. A 7-Eleven, Big Gulp! I have never had one, because I would have to pee six times before I left the store. However, they seem to be the granddaddy of liquid, thirst quenchers. To me, that describes my cup that is full and running over, with summer.
   Summer stirs the memories and awakens my inner child, who is never truly asleep!
   There is just so much to do, to see, to listen too, it's MORRISON cafeteria after Sunday church.
   So to say that I may be scattered, is oh so true, and I don't care, because its summer.
   Just this week, crammed full of joy and thoughts, took me to my knees on several occasions.
Let me share a few.
When I see the sign for any farmers market that is open, my heart rate increases. Fresh farm food, and the stories that come with it, are to die for. Yesterday I tasted all kinds of olive oil and vinegar, until my tongue was sore trying to get it off my teeth, so I could continue to talk. Then I went to the goat cheese man, and heard his stories of milking the goats that morning, as I was licking my sampling stick of honey, orange goat cheese, that caused me to praise Jesus out loud. We strolled to the bread, and my only request was that is was crunchy but soft, so she let me touch a few. The lettuce man, had arranged his Bibb lettuce to look like a flower arrangement, that went in my bag, after I asked him if he could cook collards and come home with me.( He was from Vietnam, do they know collards?)
 The peach, pecan jam, was the last to be picked up, and we headed home from heaven, to eat our summer fix. ( I had already gone to the tomato man, at another stand.You see I am a loyal girl to my vegetable/fruit people)
I must have said a hundred times, this makes me so happy!
  The week had been sad with Maya Angelou's death but so exciting to read her words again. My big gulp was getting full of her beautiful words of wisdom and love. Then I had a friend turn me on to a video about Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings that thrilled me to my core, I love this friend and Marjorie, so I pulled my first edition of "The Yearling" and read it again. My son text me about a documentary on Calvin and Hobbes writer, so I jumped on that and it made me cry. My kids and I love Calvin and Hobbe, and I remembered that I had received a letter from B. Watterson, so I went to our basement to search for it. I just feel so good, about how many times I wrote people and got an answer. A letter, and I saved them, add that to my summer fun, it is never ending joy around every corner!
 Then when I thought, after the Farmer's Market, that nothing could top that, Bill and I turned on the tube and found, The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction. Three, yes three hours of music and I only had to grab my chest three times!! One for Linda Ronstadt, memories of singing her songs in PE, to drown out the smell of the locker room! The camera scanned the crowd and I saw Jackson Brown and almost had to take a pill, my heart stopped. We all age....he still looks grand to me. But what caused me to cry like a newborn was Cat Stevens, honestly I almost became a Muslim, just to hear him again. Yusuf was warm and the same, but different, and my loved remained steady.
   Glorious summer fun, fills my cup, and I did not even have to go to the 7-Eleven.
   Joy will find you, just open your eyes and ears, and taste buds. Let the sunshine in, and if that does not work, get a Big Gulp! Drink up!