Of farmers markets and methamphetamines

It’s been a day of nothingness. It’s rocked and has been well worth using a random vacation day. Sometimes one needs a day of nothingness to feel normal. I may or may not need more of these days than your average person does. Don’t judge. 🙂

I woke up and shuffled around. Drove to the ATM on my way to the farmer’s market. Walked like I was on a mission while going from stall to stall in attempt to find some of my beloved garlic scape, only to find that nobody there had it today. What I did find was a giant melon which I was chided for thumping by the farmer guy (you’re supposed to smell the melon and press on the end for softness if you’re looking for a ripe melon, not knock on it. I knew this from an episode of Good Eats but had forgotten it for whatever reason.), corn (for free from the melon guy!), some green beans, assorted baby tomatoes, basil, wee little yukon golds (like the size of a nickle.. they’re so cute!), onions, and carrots. When I went grocery shopping yesterday I bought jalapenos, mushrooms, celery, and italian parsley because they never seem to have those things in amounts that a single person can handle eating, if they have them at all. So… yeah.

I’m kind of panicking over the lack of garlic scape; I’m worried that it may be gone for the season and that I won’t get to have it again until next year. Fingers crossed that it’ll be there this weekend (the market is always much larger on the weekends).

Yes, I’ll try again this weekend.

After the farmer’s market I went to the trashy, 24 hour grocery store close by my apartment to buy cleaning supplies and batteries, both of which are cheaper there than they are at Whole Foods or the comparatively high priced grocery store 1 1/2 blocks from my apartment. In addition to the cleaning supplies and batteries I purchased a full-sugar soda for the low blood sugar that I was suddenly experiencing upon check out. Sweating bullets and wide-eyed with a blank stare I knew that the cashier was making assumptions. I could have said, "Diabetes… low blood sugar!" but didn’t because, well, I don’t know why I don’t say that more often when I’m having an issue with low blood sugar am alone. Probably because most of the general public doesn’t really know what that means (I’m still mystified every time somebody suggests I give myself more insulin to solve the low blood sugar issue…) I know how cracked out I can appear when my blood sugar gets low. Add to that the array of stuff that I was buying and I’m surprised that she didn’t call the cops on me over suspicion of creating a meth lab.

Yes, I sat in the parking lot and drank the soda before I drove my car. 🙂

Aaaanyway. Dave is out test driving one of these as we speak. This is his second time test driving it. I fear for his life every time he talks about buying that car.

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