Saturday, February 19, 2011
I’ve shed many tears lately…..tears of temporary sorrow from missing my wife, my granddaughter, my family as a whole, and my home town of Pagosa Springs. If I am being truthful, however, the majority of tears stem from joy as I contemplate all the people who visit my food trailer, and share how they’ve read my blog; or when I consider the fact that my wife is so very patient as I work through this freakin’ mission; or when I consider how the locals recommend Eddie B Cookin and just keep sending more people my way. Most people that know me on an intimate level, tell me that I’m a metro sexual male. I suppose that’s true, as I wear my emotions on my sleeve, plus the fact that I really do enjoy foo foo cosmopolitan martini’s. So here it is….Eddie comes out!!!! I have to admit that I have shed tears for all the reasons I listed above, and since I’m in a confessin’ mood, I might as well tell you this: At the end of the day when I’m exhausted and I collapse in my tent for a bit of relaxation and a nice glass of chardonnay (It’s that metro sexual me coming out) I find myself contemplating the magnificent blessings of my life and I well up with tears. Okay, so I’m a crier…what about it? Since I’ve plunged into this world of minimalism and surrounded myself with people who choose to live on society’s fringe, I’ve developed a greater appreciation for the simple blessings we usually take for granted. For example: The other day a gentleman came out of the desert riding his quad, he had a purpose in mind, he wanted to share with me the fact that he enjoys reading my blog. I am taken aback by the number of people who show genuine concern as to whether or not I am making it. I am touched by the person who left a fifty dollar bill in my tip jar, and the person that posted a comment on my blog asking, “hey where you at man, when is the next update coming?” One thing I’ve discovered about being in the throes of a midlife crises is that emotions become extreme……uhhhh, am I experiencing Man-a-pause?? Woe unto me, so there you have it, my new found sensitivity of life’s simple pleasure of feeling appreciated.
Talk about feeling appreciated, it recently occurred to me that I am probably the only food vendor in this temporary geriatric metropolis doing it all solo, as in no helpers, yet still I am full of Joy. That’s not to say that all other food vendors aren’t grinding away at trying to make a buck. It’s just a statement relating to the fact that the mass crowd numbers never really materialized to justify a helper in my world. By all accounts this is the worst year in memory for Quartzsite, yet I refuse to allow that to bring me down.