Today was a rainy day. I wasn’t very happy about it, since I had to go to town today to sell. I had to get my vegetable supply to bring to town, so that meant doing my 30 minutes walk to my parents’ house and then to town for 50 minutes, which means I’d be walking under the rain for 1 hour and 20 minutes at best, and I’m not counting the time packing at my parents or the walk through town, which on Monday is usually packed full of humans starting their weeks.
I know it sounds like I’m complaining but I don’t want to get sick over a rainy day. Thankfully, I have an impermeable cover I can place over my head, humans use those for cargo, and it’ll have to do. My coat ripped apart not long ago and I must’ve lost it during the move to this new home. At any rate, it was 6 AM, I was still tired, didn’t sleep enough last night. I ate my breakfast, got dressed in a white dress and boots, not forgetting to wear shorts, and tied my hair. I was ready to go, I put on my cover and go out under the rain.
It didn’t look as though it was going to stop anytime soon, as when I got to my parents’ house, it was still raining, pouring even. Mom scolded me for not wearing my expensive coat and I told her about what happened to it. She wasn’t much happier, so she ran off to my old room and checked to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. I’m still not sure how we were able to lose something so big…
I got to the farm, loaded my barrel basket with lettuces, potatoes, and radish, and went off to town. I didn’t get much of a chance to see my family, but I know I’d spend time talking and I needed to start early to catch some usual early hour customers.
Catching my breath as I arrive in town, the sky cleared out a bit, the rain had stopped and I was relieved about it. I took the rain cover off my head, I think I had dirt in my hair, though. I walked through town using the roads, between the busy sidewalks. At a red light, I stopped. I was front row, humans were crossing the street in front of me. A man, in particular, caught my attention and made me feel a little embarrassed, as he looked at me all red and surprised. I think he wasn’t from around here and perhaps never saw a giant up close like this, but I think my face turned red and I really didn’t know what to do with myself standing there. I was awkwardly self-aware of my own presence in the middle of a busy town and there was nowhere I could hide.
I walked a bit nervously to the park, I haven’t had someone look at me like this in a long while. I mean… I know we’re not common and the people who are used to it don’t mind our presence so much but this really took me by surprise. Even more today, I was completely distracted.
I arrived at the park, it’s a quaint little town park with a fountain with a lion statue in the middle. Next to it is my usual spot to sit, and people around town know it well. A dear old man who does his everyday walk approached me as I knelt down and placed my basket next to me. He’s so sweet to me and always asks if I’m well! He usually asks me if I was sick for missing the days prior, but I keep reminding him that I don’t come here every day. I think he forgets things, his memory isn’t what it used to be, he says.
As the kind man he is, he purchased a good few of my potatoes and radishes and gave me a tip on top of the value. I never feel right accepting it but he just walks off waving, I don’t have time to argue with him. I never see him with anyone, so I think he lives alone. I don’t dare to ask though, it’s not really of my business.
When 11 AM came about, the man, who crossed the street and looked at me surprised earlier, came through the park with a group of people. This time he looked briefly at me, turned red, and as to break that moment, one in the group shouts me a good morning with my name. I recognized him as he worked with my dad, and other humans, on the construction of my house. It was nice to see one of the workers who gave me my own space to live in. The blushing man looked at him and looked back at me waving, trying to act natural. I heard him comment after they gained a bit of distance from me, about the fact that I was huge and I just cracked a laugh. I think he looked at me again when he heard me laugh, but I couldn’t hide it!
Noon came about and I had sold most of it, so I was very happy with how today turned out. People come to me and pay well for vegetables grown under the care of Giants, many spread around that our quality is matched by none! It’s so good to know that you’re doing good for a community. However, at that time is when I start to feel both hungry and tired, so I head back home for my lunch and nap.
Nothing too eventful happened on my way back, and the rest of the day, after I woke up, was spent at home cleaning and watching TV, since my back started to hurt a lot when I got home. I’m worried, should I be worried? I really am. I fear this will only get worse as I grow older and I can feel the weight of my own body pulling me down as days go by. It’s a bit dramatic of me to say since it’s not that frequent or bad, but you have to remember I grew up in a family with a lot of health issues, so I expect those to affect me as well, especially due to my own unusual size among Giants. I mean, I’m slightly over 18 ft. tall, that’s a tall male Giant’s size, and yes, I get picked on about it. The most common joke about it is that I’m tall enough to look over the forest trees, that I can see the farm from the house and vice versa… I still get that sometimes even today, so I don’t really care enough to get angry or sad about it. Let them talk! Being tall like this when you’re a Giant is actually satisfying…
I think I’ve written all I wanted for today. Sorry if it was uneventful, but I filled up a bit with internal thoughts, which is helping me fill up my world when I’m at home. For those reading this, thank you, it means a lot.
I shall see you next time!
