farmers market

i can't believe i'm starting this blogging business. I don't even like the word and would like to have a talk with the party that invented it. There's nothing anyone can do about it now so i'll just deal with it.

We went to the local farmers market yesterday, where i have the idea to buy all of this lovely produce, you know FRUITS AND VEGETABLES. Amy's idea is more about these flax seed cookies some guy bakes. They are a 1.50 for one cookie or 2.00 for a bag full of broken ones. Well, Amy looks in the bags and doesn't see any flax seed, only raisin cookies, which she wouldn't touch. It was late in the day so the baker takes some of the nice round flax seed ones and breaks them up, throws 'em in a bag and there you go. Everyone is happy.

Today, i'm still not doing much with this plate & screws still trying desperately to hold my left clavicle in place. i could go on for a while about this bicycle racing accident but that's already on another forum.

My mother came by today and they headed for China Town. You didn't realize we had such culture in this Metropolis of Springfield IL? No, there isn't a concentration of Chinese people, restaurants, asian grocery stores and touristy gift shops. It is Ceramics 101 and it spelled China Towne, i think. You paint glaze on pre-fired trinkets or you can "make" your own set of personally designed dinnerware.

I passed up the opportunity to paint my very own troll and stayed home to finish up the last chapter of David Sedaris' latest book "When you are Engulfed in Flames".....and start this blog!

We'll see how this goes.