
There's really no great way to illustrate the blissful vibe of Saturday's Market. It can't be captured in pixels or on this page, but I'll give it a go. From first thing in the morning, the whole Marketplace seemed to me to be filled with really really happy smiling laughing chatty friendly people. More than usual, everybody was happy to be there and see each other. Everybody wanted to visit and joke and hang out. It was so much fun just to be in the middle of it! I kept thinking "wow, this is one happy village..."
So here's my theory of the origin of the Great Bliss Out. All week long the weatherfolk were getting us ready for a dismal holiday weekend. I shop around for the weather on Friday mornings when I do the newsletter, looking for the most upbeat prediction, usually the NOAA or Intellicast suffice nicely. The best I could come up with was "A chance of showers, with thunderstorms also possible after 11 am. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 67. Northwest wind at 9 mph becoming southwest. Chance of precipitation is 30%." D'oh! Not a pretty picture! Nobody with merchandise to sell in the great outdoors relishes the thought of being out in a thunderstorm with their goods. And nobody with a free Saturday on their hands looks out into a thunderstorm and thinks "I'll just head off to the Market right this minute!" So everybody heads off to bed on Friday night expecting to spend the day inside playing Scrabble or whatever people do inside on a Saturday when they're not at work.
Saturday morning arrives and lo, a bright light in the blazing blue heavens has appeared! Here comes the sun, little darlin'! Folks have abandoned their long weekend camping plans due to pessimistic weatherfolk and high gas prices, so they all come down to their hometown gathering spot, the Market. They see their friends, they eat lunch, they shop for the things they need and want, they hang out and listen to music and dance and laugh and talk and talk and talk. And all the while they are sooooo happy that it's not awful outside! It's not blazing hot, it's not soaking wet, it's JUST RIGHT! And on a Saturday?! An Oregon springtime dream come true.
That was the highlight of my day, just being there, in the happy village. After 560some Saturdays spent at the Market on the Park Blocks it does amaze me that I can still be enthralled, amused and uplifted by the place...














