So I told Mother I’m craving dill pickles. She asked me if I’m pregnant. …Um. Not to my knowledge? o_O
Chelsea Farmer’s Market today. I haven’t been in a good long time. Funny how you miss the little things like that. My Daddy and my Bro providing live fiddle and guitar jams (the whole Chelsea Nursing Home turned out to listen and give monetary tips), conversations with the Bread Guy (who makes you do a double-take every time he opens his mouth – typical old Vermont codger appearance, fantastic and rather cultured British accent. Where did that come from.), the usual gang of hippie kids running around the Green eating ice cream and wreaking havoc (so adorable and rowdy – I want them to be mine). What is not to like? I brought my camera and my Tengwar, and I have no idea who this little kid is (below) but sosososo adorable and I just had to stalkerishly photograph…I hope that’s not illegal. Probably is. Oh well. Saw a co-worker, who spotted me practicing my Tengwar and asked me what I was writing. Avoided the question and introduced him to The Family instead. Good move. Chatted briefly with a friend of Mother’s. Sheep and porcupines and fiddling and vacations overseas. And perhaps a job for me later this summer? Bought strawberries (and ate one when no one was looking <.< >.>). Bought bread (twice. gotta love that accent). Bought a cookie (from the shy guy who never says anything but has the best chocolate chip cookies in the market).
Yea today was good. =) And it kind of brought back memories of a certain other Farmer’s Market last June with a certain other crazy girl *cough* …*grins* O=)
Girl please I’m begging you. Come back now. I miss you.
Darnit, why do all my friends live so far away? -_-