Farmers Market Fun
Today so far. This morning I had to run to the hospital to drop some stuff off at the laboratory, return a video, and then go to the grocery store. Then I had to go to the farmer's market, and then to the library. Just before I head out the door for the hospital, I realize I'm missing my wallet. Not the one with my various memberships to frequent purchaser clubs, my library card, plus all the other miscellaneous junk that tends to fatten a wallet. Nope, I'm missing the one with my ATM card, my credit card, and my drivers license. This discovery spawned a crazed, grumpy, panicked half hour search all over the house. And the car. And the outside perimeter of the house. And a call to the neighbors to see if I left it over at their place. I thought my head was going to explode. While Dave was wandering around outside looking in the grass, I found it hidden in one of his jackets which was hanging up in the bathroom. I don't know why his jacket was hanging in the bathroom, next to our bathrobes, but it was. Neither of us remembers putting it there. Very odd.
When I came home from those errands, Emily called us from 84 and said her car had just broken down and that she has to take it back to Boston to be fixed. She'll be arriving tomorrow instead of this evening. Dave was relieved because he has a grant due tomorrow and was worried about having to work during her visit. Because of the change in plans, I managed to convince him to come with me to the farmer's market. While we were at the meat counter, an older gentleman ordered a slab of gelatinous yuck called "tongue souse". I asked him if he fries it and he said he cuts off hunks and eats it straight. Blech. He said generally people who grew up on farms like it. Then he recommended we try smoked pork chops. He said we'd like them a lot and so would the baby, after which he reached over and patted my tummy. It was pretty funny. As he was leaving, he loudly declared he should be put on the payroll since we did decide to get the chops on his recommendation, then he patted me and Dave on the shoulders and wished us luck with the kid. Very sweet. Then there were the watermelon guys. Geez-ow. Many jokes ensued about whether I'd want the seedless or seeded variety, followed by obviously I'd want the seedless because a seed's already done it's job...get it? Clever guys. Then they decided I must be having a girl because I'm carrying high. I had no idea strange men would be so interested. As Dave and I were walking back to the car he said he'd never come here alone if he were me, because who wants to deal with all of that. I think next time I'll see if Adrian wants to come. I'm sure there's a paper in there somewhere.
When I got home, Flash stood up and said "Listen lady, if you don't take me for a proper walk ASAP, you're going to regret it", so I hitched her up and off we went. I picked up an iced decaf and a treat for Flash at the coffee shop and we headed for the river. She and I sat at our usual bench. About 20 feet away a gentleman was sunning himself and reading the paper. It was very pleasant, the sound of the water, the leaves rustling in the breeze. Then I started sneezing. Then sun-bathing guy started sneezing. Then Flash started sneezing. So we left. I guess there's still plenty of pollen in the air to go around. And so there you have it. Today, thus far.