Yesterday I remembered where I put my yellow gloves last spring.
Last Saturday, I had to wear white gloves from my walking coat.
As I was paying for my onions today, the vendor said that this was his
last Saturday. So I went back and bought a pound of turnips.
Next Saturday will be the last day for everybody. Today the crowd at
the other market was so thin that I could get close enough to see that
one of the vendors had jalapen~os, but the guys in the booth weren't
masked, and I think that these are the guys who displayed meat in the
hot sun last summer, so I passed.
After Halloween, what do I do for exercise on Saturday mornings? I
don't think that climbing courthouse steps is exciting enough to get
me out of bed and on the road.
I have until December to darn my alpaca tights.
joy beeson at centurylink dot net
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