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Day 117 - Farmers Market

My farmers market is the number one market in the country.

No, I’m not kidding.

So while I’m sitting in the shade of one of the municipal buildings, waiting for my husband to come back and pick me up, I figured I had some time to write.

The irony is that I only have things to write about because I set my phone down for a minute or two, but now I’m writing this from my phone. What are you gunna do?

There was something really great about wandering around the market this morning. The smell of fresh pastries and kettle corn. The variously behaved children. Easily distracted puppies. The colors of the flowers. The possibilities of the lettuce bowl I haven’t killed yet. Berries waiting to sit alongside cake, yogurt, or whipped cream. Potatoes awaiting their destiny to be the best part of any meal. Neighbors and friends running into each other. The Bills and Sabres (especially Sabres) gear everywhere.

It was the perfect kind of (almost summer) morning. I got started early, but not too early, and had a plan in mind. I’ll wander around my award winning market, and then hopefully both walk the dog AND get to my garden before the rain starts. I’m doubtful about getting to the garden at this point, but I can do that tomorrow if I need to.

I’m feeling much more relaxed now than I was at any point this week. Work has been hard. Although my bosses are nice and I think want the best for me and obviously for their business, getting feedback is vaguely reminiscent of GEICO right now. Getting all of it all at once. Being told I did something the wrong way multiple times because I did it wrong multiple times because no one told me it was wrong the first time, or because I did 8 of the same forms in a row and did it wrong every time and they see it at 8 different times. Interrupting my day (and my hanging-on-by-a-thread ability to focus) to tell me. And because I report to 2 agents, they might both interrupt me multiple times a day, give me the same feedback, or want something completely different than the other one.

So having a morning to just sit here and watch the world go by at the market? It’s just right.

Plus, I made a whole bunch of food yesterday. A GIANT pot of chili. Banana oat muffins. Tacos for dinner. So that helped.

But ok, I’m done rambling for now. I’m just going to continue sitting here and waiting for my husband to get back.

… and maybe grab one of these gourmet ice cream sandwiches across the sidewalk from me that has been calling my name since I sat down.



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