Dig It

The two 'things' I dig most in life

One of my cute preschool students gave me a gardening trowel for Valentine’s Day. It had a little tag, attached by a ribbon, that said, “I Dig You”. Very cute. I used it this weekend when I put some new plants in my yard, and I kept thinking of that groovy phrase.

I dig my neighborhood on a warm sunny afternoon. Everybody comes out, everybody is nice and we have conversations between several different residences, shouting to each other across the street.
I don’t dig when my best-est neighbor friend puts a for-sale sign in her yard.

I dig watching my kids play baseball. Soooo much.
I don’t dig when one of their games is early in the morning at a field that should have windmills in it because it would harness enough energy for our entire city. I bet it wasn’t more than 25 degrees for the first pitch with the wind chill factor.

I dig baking cookies and having the excuse of a church activity needing treats to make them.
I don’t dig that when it comes to weeds, I have OCD, and realized at 7:30 on Saturday night that I should have had two dozen cookies at the church, but instead, I was in our back yard, with hands muddy and freezing from pulling weeds for more than two hours.

I dig when MLB players wear their pants like this.
I don’t dig when Jason Varitek wears his pants long for the first time and then hits two home runs in one game. You know he’ll never wear them up again.

I dig living in a free country.

I don't dig when people use their right to free speech to be mean, divisive and contentious.

I dig all my piano students.
I don't dig the pit in my stomach I start to develop three days before a recital.

After living in 21 different places in twenty years, I dig feeling roots.

After living in the same place for five years, I don't dig knowing *exactly* how many minutes it takes to get from my house to Target. Target to Great Harvest. Great Harvest to the library. Library to the post office. I can tell you which checkers in WinCo are the slowest, and which time of the day is the worst to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy in St. Luke's. This feels very very mundane to me.

Which shouldn't be a bad thing at this point in my life.

I better get back to digging what I dig, or, in other words, counting my blessings!