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akirluI was going to say that I may be less active with the writing here because school starts Wednesday (Wednesday! What rational school starts classes on Wednesday?) and I'm taking another run at third year Mandarin. Which always does a number on my free time (Mandarin, I mean, not the second run at third year, which, of course, I've not done before so there's no "always" about it.) But it's hard to be less active here than I've already been, thank you very much. I think my writing brain is off again. This happens sometimes. My process and focus wander hand in hand into drawing brain or language acquisition brain or having pointless arguments on the SMOFS list brain, and the writing brain just decides to take a nap. I find myself going along through my life occasionally thinking of things that would make a start of a post or an essay or even a story but then they just bubble away into the ether before I actually set anything down.
Saturday we got together with Scott and Carl, who'd looked out for the house and cats while we went down to Mariposa. They were down for the Kent Saturday Farmers Market (Scott and Carl, that is, the house and cats already being in Kent) and stopped in to drop off the keys. After the initial chit-chat, we all went down to the market. Scott picked up yet more hot peppers from the Mexican-American family farm, even though he's already made three gallons of hot sauce this season, while I settled for heirloom tomatoes, smoked cheddar, and smoked beefstick. Oh, and macrons. A new bakery selling at the market was doing Chinese-five-spice- and green-tea-and-white-chocolate macrons. Both quite nice. And much more convenient than going to Ballard (home of the very fine Honoré, noted for scrummy macrons). We then withdrew to Airways Brewing to support our local brewpub, where our waitress explained that if Scott wanted to sell any of his hot sauce, she had two eager buyers lined up, one of whom was at the bar just then. I reckon I must try this hot sauce.
Sunday we braved the successive blustery downpours to catch the State Fair on its last day. Liked the goats, especially one very sweet kid who liked having her chin skritched, and was quite impressed with the draft horse show/demo, but we had missed the rabbits and cavies and therefore only got chickens. The young 4Hers were out in force, however, and eager to 'splain all about their various fowl, including the runner ducks, which to me look like they ought to be from China, but turn out to be from India, where they developed that odd, tall stance to be able to see over the grasses in rice fields where they are kept as pest control.
Never did manage to buy any fudge or anything on a stick. I fail at fair food.
Saturday we got together with Scott and Carl, who'd looked out for the house and cats while we went down to Mariposa. They were down for the Kent Saturday Farmers Market (Scott and Carl, that is, the house and cats already being in Kent) and stopped in to drop off the keys. After the initial chit-chat, we all went down to the market. Scott picked up yet more hot peppers from the Mexican-American family farm, even though he's already made three gallons of hot sauce this season, while I settled for heirloom tomatoes, smoked cheddar, and smoked beefstick. Oh, and macrons. A new bakery selling at the market was doing Chinese-five-spice- and green-tea-and-white-chocolate macrons. Both quite nice. And much more convenient than going to Ballard (home of the very fine Honoré, noted for scrummy macrons). We then withdrew to Airways Brewing to support our local brewpub, where our waitress explained that if Scott wanted to sell any of his hot sauce, she had two eager buyers lined up, one of whom was at the bar just then. I reckon I must try this hot sauce.
Sunday we braved the successive blustery downpours to catch the State Fair on its last day. Liked the goats, especially one very sweet kid who liked having her chin skritched, and was quite impressed with the draft horse show/demo, but we had missed the rabbits and cavies and therefore only got chickens. The young 4Hers were out in force, however, and eager to 'splain all about their various fowl, including the runner ducks, which to me look like they ought to be from China, but turn out to be from India, where they developed that odd, tall stance to be able to see over the grasses in rice fields where they are kept as pest control.
Never did manage to buy any fudge or anything on a stick. I fail at fair food.
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