You really need to get some wild air, every day. And today was just the day! It’s Caturday and the sky was intensely blue, the sun had that gold in it that it gets as we tilt more and more away into the winter. Farmers’ Market day! Ya-a-a-a-a-ay! Er. Not quite. Hmm, did’t have any money, so a man gave us $5 paying it forward so we bought a bag of fresh organic mixed kale for our blueberry smoothie and it just woke me all up all over it was so tasty. Before the kale, though, my wheels dug two nasty ruts in the lawn and got stuck; the charming boys from Psyche Deli Light rescued me and fed us some amazing squash/coconut/curry soup and the most even more amazing crackers – more flavor in one bite than… wow... And it was still morning! The folk group Time & Tide were singing all the songs that Jerry and I knew from our Weavers/Woody Guthrie/Pete Seeger days. I didn’t stop to talk, to check out their politics. I’ve learned that a lot of people sing those labor songs as if they’re an artifact of something dead instead of the heartbeat of something lovely and alive. I will talk to them one day. I was disappointed that I couldn’t cruise the whole place because of the grass, so Jerry did some with the camera, be we left anyway to follow where a whisp of a will would lead us. Okay. See, as you go east on the main drag, which we were, and pass the grocery store, everything slopes toward the water on the south. Just naturally, like, I slope toward the grocery store and right into it! There is a big old yellow lab lying upside down in the back entrance there, occasionally wagging his tail in greeting. Otherwise just upside down in the middle of things, which a good dog belongs, so everyone carefully maneuvers their cart around him, or step this way, or go that way and this goofy dog just lies there upside down. Well. I couldn’t quite risk hitting a paw or a wagging tail so I kind of eased myself off to the left there, where they’d just put out a fresh batch of maple bars and Saturday is pretty close to Sunday, which is my regular maple bar day anyway and I had three quarters and some pennies which was miraculous just the price of a maple bar so I figure the dog was a god’s angel directing me to my mapled fate. No? After that we came home so I could enjoy my sugar coma and Jerry could finish putting new batteries in all of my wheelchair lights and stuff. I need a horn. Or the sound of hooves tied into the speed of my chair, with a whinny as a horn…
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 23:58:00 +0000
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