i worked my first boulder farmer's market today- really there were only two 100% , fortified freaks spotted. the first was this woman wearing goggles and a face mask while perusing the produce. (thank you p). she had a funny little walking stick- not used in its traditional manner, but to thwart the germs that hovered around her. at least that's my guess- i made sure i didn't actually have to talk to her. the other was a seemingly nice young man that turned out to be crazed about honey for roshashanah (that seems like it has way too many h's in it), which was fine, until he started trying to get me to describe the way our bees pollinate our flowers. not in a 'i want to know about bees' kind of way. oh, and there was a guy that spent about ten minutes picking out a bunch of beets. what is it about people that they can't make a decision about what fucking bunch of beets, or which bag of chiles- they want. i had a housewife have a near emotional meltdown in front of me the other day as a result of there being 4 types of chiles to choose from. "i... i just don;t know which one to get."
summer things on the farm are dying. the tomatoes are somehow still producing, but the leaves are all shriveled and frostbit. the squash plants are also strangely putting out new blossoms, but the plants themselves seem pretty dead. the basil is gone. it's sad. so i picked chard- cause we've got loads fo that- with farmer dan today and wowed him with my recanting of this morning's chapter on harry s. truman. while i have yet to make a fully-informed opinion of what kind of man truman was, dan is pretty sure he's solely responsible for the dropping of the bomb and is therefore evil. i asked him about how he developed this opinion and he produced his source, right there on the field (well, it was in the rat car). howard zinn. ok, good enough, you hippie.
despite the death of summer vegetables, it's good to know that we have more winter squash than we know what to do with- wait, we know what to do with it! pick it up and move it. put it in the truck. dump it off at the farm stand. rearrange it at the farm stand. put it back in the truck. move it around a lot! i don't care whatever man. ...damn, what is that song..... talking heads.... anyone. that's going to drive me crazy. checking collection....... can't. find. song.
help!!
maybe... we have a contender.... waiting....
no. blog title is not song title.
(and cheers to anyone that's noticed my 'out' in using song titles for awhile).
god fuck.
AHAHAAAAAA- "warning sign." aaaah. much better. i can go to bed now.
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My dear you've lost it-again.
Warnig sign warning sign warning sign
Truman was a good man who loved old grandad.
i never had 'it'.
i'm just waiting to get to the part of the biography that explains the famous missouri dog paddle.
Oh, MY! It appears we have an automatoc blogger identity wiht the new GrCoMo Imac!
Tell Farmer Dan the Harry S thought he was choosing the lesser of two evils- end the Pacific war with a bigger-than-expected whallop, or drag it on for several more months, killing thousands more American soldiers. Patriotism ran deep, and those Japs, were, well, Japs.
Dug in is what I think she was trying to say. And I would caution our friend and her new mac from using such language on a public computer that can and could be sunshined.
That comment did not come from David Letterman.
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