8:45 a.m. - 2007-08-15
Letter from home
How is it Tuesday already? Honestly. I used to be such a Monday person too. Now I'm apparently just a dreary, dessicated stub of a human being. There's vacation waiting at the beginning of September, but I'm almost to the point where I tell it to screw itself. Bc I needed it 3 weeks ago. And where was it THEN? Hmmm? Anywho, my weekend was pretty decent, all-in-all. I went to visit moms and pops in Richmond, and we did the "it's way too beautiful to NOT be outside for 48 hours straight" thing. We hit not one but two farmers' markets on Saturday morning. Farmers' market #2 was the squishy organic one, where we were informed that they'd sold out of 41 DOZEN eggs that morning. That's 492 eggs for all the non-mathletes. However, the dearth of egg still did not convince us to buy the single laying hen they were selling (no matter how much I stumped for it!) The biggest draw for me had to be (no, not the organic cheese sitting naked and fly-covered on the table for "sampling,") Bunny the cow. Now, my mom has been upselling Bunny the cow for weeks, maybe months. Bunny the cow, Bunny the cow. You must see Bunny the cow. Bunny is an exotic cow known as a gur cow (???) - and I have to toss a disclaimer out there bc I'm taking my dad's word for it on the breed here, and he's been known to spin a yarn. But Bunny did not diappoint, and I'll try to post some pictures as soon as I get down to that particular item on my list too. After getting home from that interlude, my mom and I walked up to the lake to feed the blind duck. "His name is Aflac, and he comes when you call him," says my mom. Kay. So we gathered together our ziplocs full of cracked corn, read: crack for ducks, and went for it. Suffice it to say that the blind duck does not know his name is Aflac, but he DOES know how to follow the sounds of swarming ducks as they bonked into our calves and then fall on his ass on the rocks.
As if this weren't enough and even MORE revery were humanly possible, we then went to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens. The good thing about this was that I took a TON of pictures, and am continuing to sell myself on the prospect of investing in a much nicer camera. On our way home, we stopped and grabbed at the fresh fish place and the ABC store. We adjourned to this little seafood place in a strip mall for a drink and oysters then home for dinner.
My stars. And this entry is ending up to be a recitation of what I did this weekend. FASCINATING!
