Sunday was another day at home because I’d made sure I had everything I needed from town to get me by. The man from the produce place had called me on Friday to let me know my 88 count navel oranges were in but I put him off until Monday. I’d bought enough of the smaller ones in bags to do me until then. He sounded a little doubtful but said he’d put my name on the box.
Once again, I didn’t get as much done as I wanted. I wish I could wiggle my nose like Samantha and have the house spic and span instantly. Then I’d be happy—I think. There would probably be something else I’d find to obsess over. Come to think of it, I could wiggle my nose and retire. Now that would be a worthy thing to do.
DD and I had our visit. She and merm were going to hear the symphony in concert. That’s my kind of music. She hasn’t said whether or not she enjoyed it. The reason for the outing may have been because of their sixth anniversary which was the day before.
Monday, it was back to buying strawberries. I was told the next two days would wind it up and I communicated that to the strawberry lovers at work. On Tuesday, the lady told me they’d be late on Wednesday because it was the last day. I didn’t set out early since I wouldn’t be stopping on the way to work. She had agreed to come to the hospital with the berries.
Coming around the bend, I was surprised to see her parked in her usual spot. I pulled off and got out. She told me everyone else had been stopped but the farm people were going to allow her to buy berries through yesterday. Woohoo! I bought my usual flat and went on.
That night, it rained. And rained. Not hard and not a lot but steady. I wasn’t surprised when she wasn’t there the next morning. I still had berries left that I hadn’t already shared with the neighbors so I was okay. I called her house and left a message for her to call me back which she did. They’d come down but they were late and they sold all they had. She agreed she would come to the hospital the next day because it would truly be the last day for sure.
As I came around the bend, I saw one of her faithful customers parked and waiting. I waved as I went by, knowing she was waiting in vain. Later on in the morning, I was out of the office when one of the girls located me and excitedly said, “The strawberry lady is here!” Sure enough, there stood the lady and her brother. I asked for and got two flats that time. Knowing this was the end, it was certain I could easily get rid of all but what I wanted to keep.
I could have probably sold twice as many but it would have been twice as stressful. Two people paid me more than I’d paid for the berries in all the time I was selling them. I think I made something like sixty-five cents profit over the weeks and I never had too many left. I learned early on to get out the ones I wanted before I set the rest out.
Tomorrow I plan to make some strawberry sorbet. I put the La Glaciere bowl in the freezer yesterday. If I get really ambitious, I’ll take pictures and post the recipe. Today, I ate a quart of berries plain.
It’s been a quiet Sabbath. The church was closed because it’s campmeeting time at the university. I had no desire to go. It used to be interesting when I could go for more than the weekend but Sabbath usually ends up being a social occasion and I’m with people practically every day of my life.
My pedometer won’t register as many steps today as usual. It has really encouraged me to walk more. The fact that I can load the data onto my computer is neat and it’s a plus that I can wear it, whatever I have on, and I know it won’t get lost. That little strap with the second secure clip is very reassuring. Oh! I set my goals, too, so the blank lines in the other screen shot I posted aren’t blank any more.
This is from Tuesday:
As you can see, with the goals plugged in, it makes it mean a lot more. I don’t like the little pink frowny faces.
This is the one I like. Fortunately, it isn’t the only one with all green.
As for Wordscraper, we finally tied on our scores. I just knew my worthy opponent would win and I was amazed that “undefined” was the winner after I played my last tile. (In case you’re interested, my final word was “VATTING”.) We sometimes write notes back and forth, jeering each other on. Yes, I know that’s usually cheering each other on but, after all, we are in a contest.
I have fava beans soaking. I’m still impressed with the quality of these over than the Bob’s Red Mill peeled favas. I’d gone out yesterday to get the beans out of my neighbor’s freezer so I wouldn’t have to do it tonight and I tried to get the right amount for seven cups, cooked. We’ll see how it goes.
A few days ago, merm posted on his Facebook wall that he’d buggered up (well, he didn’t use those words) his toe. At first, it was thought he might have to have surgery but he’s just going to have to take it easy for a while and wear a protective boot. Maybe with their cool temperatures, it won’t be too bad. He will get good meals. DD is an excellent cook.
Well, folks, that’s about it for this week. No more strawberries next week. I’ve been eating some good watermelon…