The White Board

81 and hotly muggyville

Last night after a last minute dash to the store to get some stuff for dinner, I came outside and basically stopped in my tracks. Now you need to understand that I live in a VERY small village. Seriously small. We have 1 stoplight. Smalltown america...complete with a small park in the middle of town with gazebo and green lawns. It is the sort of small town where everyone knows everyone, where kids behave because everyone knows their dad or mom and where no one feels the keen need to lock up doors and stuff. We have movies in the park on Thursday nights and everyone comes with chairs and kids/grandkids/dogs and lawnchairs and sits out in the dark watching movies we've all seen a hundred times before. Kids trick or treat allll over town and everyone decorates for Christmas. Take a step back in time to the fifties here in Pinckney, Michigan.

ANYway, I was leaving our local food store and walking by the flagpole. This flagpole has a HUGE, MONGO-GIGANTIC flag flying. The sky was blue and people were smiling and well, it sortof just hit me. I LOVE living here! Someone asked me last week how i felt about coming back to the state I once swore I'd never come back to. Well, I LOVE IT! I really just realized how very happy I am to be living here, in this place, in this moment. It isn't just the job or any one thing, but a conglomeration of a zillion little things all of which add up to I love it here, in small village america. Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!