Been a busy week, no time to write.

There are probably some ideas in all those untranscribed notes in my
notebook. I've started keeping a folder in the notebook case to stash
notes I haven't dealt with yet. There are at least two notes in there
that need to be posted to my bookkeeping program.

Thursday's ride is probably the most-significant one of the
untranscribed notes -- I went to the Beyer Building for x-rays. The
paperwork clerk said that she hoped that she was as active at my age.
I didn't tell her "start now!", but I did mention that I can't drive
very far because sitting still touches off my bad leg.

Today's Farmers Markets tour was a bit involved. I was so intent on
not using Market Street on my way downtown that I was nearly there
before I remembered that I was on my way to the fairgrounds. Since I
had egg cartons to dump, I turned back onto the usable end of Market
Street, then cut over to Smith. I passed near the health-food store
on my way back downtown, so I dropped in for sesame sticks and bought
toffee-coated peanuts instead. I also stopped at every garage sale I
noticed. (And after getting back, I made a tour of the island to find
one that I'd seen advertised in the paper. It had been thoroughly
picked over by then. But I was slightly tempted by a vintage copy of
Mad Magazine.)

The crack-candy dealer was at the downtown market, and said that she
will be back again in two weeks, but I approached just as another
customer was walking away with her last bag of crack candy. The
vendor where I'd bought tomatoes last week had also sold out.

Then I took a few loops checking out a new clothing store I'd noticed
on First Friday. There were a few shirts hanging around, and I
noticed a pair of short short-shorts on my way out. I peg this as
another economic development that will close as soon as the start-up
money runs out. Returned to Owen's, where I'd made a pit stop
earlier, to pick up a box of Greek rotini salad for lunch, then
realized that crossing Detroit on Fort Wayne takes me right past
Subway and I haven't eaten there in months. Will be many more months
before I try again. Music so loud that when I asked for a moderate
amount of hot peppers I got a huge amount of sour peppers instead. The
doors were locked, the menu had been reduced, and the "nine-grain"
bread was mediocre. Whatever bread it was that I used to order had
been removed to make room for "flatbread" and "wraps".

Thence home by way of the Beyer Farm Trail. It felt weird to pass
both the emergency room and Owens East without stopping. Probably
could have taken magazines if I'd thought of it, but the Kroger side
of my shopping list is completely empty.

--
Joy Beeson
joy beeson at comcast dot net
http://wlweather.net/PAGEJOY/



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