The good oldies never get old

Timely matters

          We’ve gone atomic.

Patience and Blood Pressure

There are times when it’s a good thing I’m more of a type B.

Have a Nice Day!

 I picked up my last farm share portion on Wednesday. It was a pretty good haul and inspired me into all kinds of culinary enterprises. That night we had Swiss chard sautéed with mushrooms and roasted red onions with rutabaga. Both were glorious. Thursday night I made Italian wedding soup with the big head of escarole I’d brought home – also a success.

          Still, we did need a few more vegetables so today I went to one of my favorite places, a local farm stand on steroids. I imagine it once just sold apples or pumpkins, but these days it offers a selection of wines, a whole aisle of gluten-free products, an excellent deli, and oh yes, vegetables.

          I carted my loot to the check-out counter where I drew a cashier I’ve seen before. She’s a woman of a certain age (or past) with Morticia-length brown hair, stark white bangs, and capital P personality. She greeted me with enthusiasm and joked about my butternut squash’s refusal to stand upright but the mood went downhill from there.

          She had difficulty with the register, since it was driven by fingerprint and she was wearing a latex glove. My sunny mood on this beautiful autumn day began to dip as she launched into the explanation for the glove.

 There’s apparently “all kinds of things” going on in the fruit-producing countries, so it was anyone’s guess what was coming in. My mind immediately turned to the grapes I’d snitched 5 minutes before right out of their bag.

Next, she informed me that there are drugs on dollar bills, and not only that, “some virus is out there killing little kids. Six-year-olds are dying!”

By now, thank heaven, my purchases were bagged and paid for and I eased out of there as she continued her diatribe with the unsuspecting woman in line behind me.

Commerce

          The past two days have been exercises in optimism that didn’t always connect with reality.

Oxymoron

Really?
Does this make sense to you? 
Do my "native" hot houses differ in some magical "local" way from hot houses in say, Virginia or North Dakota?

A day gang aft agley

     Today I woke up with no real agenda and spent the morning drifting about watering plants in the yard, reading emails, and out on the deck drinking my tea with the newspaper.

Bean Binge

          The email from L.L.Bean trumpeted “20% Off!” so in an idle moment I scouted through the sale section to see if it might be possible to acquire a swimsuit for less than the cost of a week’s worth of groceries.

Getting there from here

  

    Being in a new environment always takes some adjustment, sometimes more than less. 

Color our world

 

I may be unusually focused on color lately, having scored the perfect shoes for an upcoming major event at a local shoe warehouse.

          I mean, really – great or what?  ->

The Hunt is On

     Today was a shopping day, practically mandatory when it’s 50 degrees out and raining.

Christmas Miracle

I set out yesterday morning as the family gatherer to score the Christmas roast.

Sole Searching

          My husband needs shoes. I know this. He doesn’t. He’s in denial on this subject. Always.