It happened yesterday, Sunday morning. Sunday was my designated day to go to the farmer’s market and buy my produce. Yesterday was different, because I didn’t get to the market until almost noon. a couple of hours later than my usual 9:30-10:30 time.
My time at the market would be short, limited by the small amount of cash in my purse. That was a good thing. There were too many things that I wanted to get done at home before my weekly movie date with neighbors. (Every week we watched a movie that was popular twenty, thirty, forty or fifty years ago that the neighbors taped on the television, rented from the library or purchased online.) I purchased the vegetables that I needed and then walked past a vendor who sold apples and avocados. My eyes noticed a box of pathetic looking organic apples that were discounted. I went over to take a quick peek. Yup the life was going out of them. Their time was running out. There weren’t many options left- juice, baked, sauced or whatever the imagination might invent.
Some might perhaps call rescuing dying fruit codependency. However, it makes good ecological sense to not waste food. So I bought a enough withered-looking apples to make a quart plus apple sauce. As I purchased the apples and grabbed a few lonely looking avocados , I looked at the vendor and said “You must get up early to get here on time to set up your booth. It was more of a statement than a question. He was up early all right, 4:30 a.m. to b exact. He went on to explain that the early Sunday morning traffic wasn’t difficult, “Are you tired?” I inquired. “No. I feel good. If I tell myself I feel bad then I will feel bad.” Right then and there I realized that he was reminding me that we are what we think, and the importance of our thoughts.