tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345288.post4172820572200203028..comments2024-01-08T01:20:20.736-07:00Comments on Days of Speed and Slowtime Mondays: I went to the market to realise my soulElaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734583197185810124noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345288.post-84767194976309750632008-06-11T13:09:00.000-06:002008-06-11T13:09:00.000-06:00The farmer's markets sound tempting but I'm afraid...The farmer's markets sound tempting but I'm afraid of the earthquakes and high real estate prices. Plus what fun would it be not to have winter to bitch about?Elaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02734583197185810124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345288.post-37493441445379199622008-06-10T16:45:00.000-06:002008-06-10T16:45:00.000-06:00"why not stick to the practice field where everyth..."why not stick to the practice field where everything's perfect": Amen! Then I could brag about how Tika's contacts are fast AND accurate 2o/2o and she never misses any of them!<BR/><BR/>Good job on rationalizing the blondie--takes a certain skill. But too bad about the pains here and there. Hopefully just a glitch.<BR/><BR/>One advantage to living in California (didn't I try to convert you a few months back?) is farmers markets. Everywhere. Every weekend. You practically can't move without tripping over a farmers market. Therefore, no big lines to stand in, either. My problem is that I buy all this wonderful-looking produce and then (unlike you with your luscious salad) I'm too lazy to do anything with it when I get home and half of it ends up in the compost pile.Elfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01827436807468320435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345288.post-24117802711753208362008-06-09T13:37:00.000-06:002008-06-09T13:37:00.000-06:00'Hippie music'? Oh you know, the sort of music yo...'Hippie music'? Oh you know, the sort of music you have to be on drugs to listen to. Acoustic guitars, bongo drums, (not necessarily playing in time with each other), whiny singer. Come to Boulder, there are still some very very small isolated patches where it's still 1966. Unfortunately for those of us who just want some nice veggies without the appalling toonz the farmer's market is one of them.Elaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02734583197185810124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345288.post-40256119630091886312008-06-09T13:19:00.000-06:002008-06-09T13:19:00.000-06:00Just curious, what is "hippie music"?Just curious, what is "hippie music"?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345288.post-1804142485095351202008-06-09T10:39:00.000-06:002008-06-09T10:39:00.000-06:00I think I would take BAD music over the deafening ...I think I would take BAD music over the deafening hum of generators that make the Golden farmer's market feel more like a construction sight than an open-air market. I really don't get why so many booths need electricity. <BR/><BR/>We ended up not buying anything because Lilly was too anxious to stay. We went for a quick walk along the creek and she mellowed. I tried again as we looped around, but she showed me her classic shutdown/hell no pose, so we left. Poor sweetie.<BR/><BR/>Ouch! Sorry to hear about the knee. Indeed, pain is information. Best to heed it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com