3 beets and some change...

     Last Saturday I fancied an artist. She's beautiful. We talked for a while, while she took my money for the card I bought from her. I asked why she painted beets. She said they inspired her. She inspired me. And I wanted to buy her some beets.
     Today, one week later, I went back to the Saturday Market. I had to pick up a bracelet that I'd left with a grey haired silversmith. That's really not important though. Before I went looking for the grey haired silversmith, I bought her a bundle of beets. I looked for her everywhere. I didn't see her, so I decided that I'd eat the beets. Maybe they would inspire me too. Twice last week I went to a salad bar, and put lots of shredded beets on my salad. Not because of her- I just like them. Maybe that's relevant. I haven't decided.
     Walking back from the market, I sat in the sunshine and smoked while I started the book I just got from the library. On page 5 they mentioned a beet field. I read that sentence 3 times. And as beets have been a theme this week, I wonder what life would be like. For a beet. For a week. But now I'm off topic. I didn't finish the chapter. I didn't want to commit to that, just yet. The timing isn't right. What if the author brings up beets again? Now I'm nervous.
     I walked to the hippie grocers on the way home. There's a beautiful man with a sunshine smile that works there. I wonder if he like beets too. The lines were long, not too long, but they opened another register. Just for me.
     It's a gorgeous day outside. I told the cashier that I walked in with the beets, that I wasn't stealing them. But if I was to steal something it'd be the wine. She said most people would too. She handed me my change. $11.11 she said. I held the money and looked at the receipt. "Did I make a mistake?" "No. It just caught my attention. That's all." I wonder if she'll think of me later.
     It would take too long to explain the beets, and the $11.11 in change. She might have understood. But I doubt it. I think about telling my Mom, or a friend about it.  They wouldn't get it either. But it matters. The beets and the change fit together. Like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
     Now I sit, with my secret clues from the universe. With 11 cents in my pocket, 11 dollars in my wallet, and the beets. And it's beautiful.