On November 17th 1954 the family spent $73.36 on Switchman dues. That next September they gave $201.51 to Pop. Mechanics. In February of the next year $223.23 went for burial insurance. They paid $228.05 on their power bill, though they got a room for $18.64 that same year.
Psychedelic Dream by Cindy McDaniel
Meridian Museum of Art’s 24th Annual People’s Choice Art Competition
Today I gave away watermelons. Three went to strangers, some were left on doorsteps and others were given to friends who I wanted to hug. One even gave me a kiss.
19 checked, rubbed, discussed but not eaten. So, you know, you hope the family who got a yellow and a red are thinking that they're good. You’re hoping that those are the best watermelons they ever put in their mouths.
Were they ready yet? was today’s question and lesson. And I still don’t know if I learned anything. What I do know is that wanting to understand rather than be understood was what I went into that watermelon patch with.
Maybe I’m getting better at that, but I’m still not totally there yet.
Today I am grateful for a couple of family ledgers, the opportunity to hand kindness to family, friends and strangers. I am grateful to sit in a living room, shake the hands of a new family in town. I am grateful for how it felt to leave a watermelon beside a couple of doorsteps. Free food that is good for you delivered by who knows who. For how while doing my deliveries I thought of all the people I could deliver watermelons to. Now I just have to get nineteen more.
I am grateful for the patch where I can get them.
I am grateful for my Dad’s watermelon patch and the opportunity to pick watermelons with him this morning.