Farmer’s Market
Woohoo! I just got back from my first trip to the weekly Farmer’s Market. It’s just a few blocks down the street which is really lucky considering the amount of produce I’ve been consuming lately. There were some fruits I’d never heard of like sapote and jujubee. I bought some jujubees which look kind of like unwrinkled/fresh dates. They actually kinda taste like the candy. I got a persimmon and a bag of purple basil, too. I think I might try to make some sort of purple pesto soup.
On my way home with my bags, a crazy person started yelling at me while we were passing each other. I hardly had glanced over in his direction, and he was all "what you looking at, fucking idiot?" He screamed that twice more, but I kept walking straight ahead. I noticed that my heart started beating faster and was angry that he was causing stress on my body. That kind of stress can take days off of your life! Then I wondered if he would scream at anyone else on that street.
We have new neighbors in my little apartment complex. It’s getting to be like Melrose Place the way everyone hangs out in the courtyard (no pool, though). It seems like they’re only hanging out when I am rushing to go somewhere, so I haven’t had a chance to sit down with them yet. The girls above me have such loud voices! And I don’t think they ever close their door. Sometimes they say personal things that they probably wouldn’t want a stranger like me to hear. One of them is right now talking on her cell phone. Apparently she moved here from New Orleans to escape from the disaster. Damn she is fucking L O U D. Maybe I’ll leave her a note: "Please shut your face!"
