I wrote a bunch of miscellaneous dribble yesterday that went everywhere and nowhere at the same time, so I didn’t bother posting it. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much.
One of the things I mentioned yesterday was, of course, Farmer’s Market. I was hoping to make the best of it, since it will be the last one for awhile (as part of the Not Buying Anything for a Year, and Going to the Gym Every Night resolutions I’m making for next year, I’m only going to go to Farmer’s Market once a month), but it was crowded with tourists, there were very few vegetable stands, and no good sales. I ended up getting annoyed. It didn’t help that it was hot last night, too. Well, probably not really hot, but in the 60's somewhere I’m sure. I just had my jeans and an acrylic sweater on, and I was almost uncomfortable. Anyway, I had dinner at Big Sky, and they were packed at 5:30! I got one of the last tables, and by the time I left a little over an hour later, there was a 30 minute wait. Unbelievable! I’ve never seen it that busy. I had my old favourite: Chicken caesar salad and a Chardonnay, but not he house one this time, but one from Seven Peaks. The salad was good, but the dressing is different from like a year ago. It’s subtle, but there is a difference. I don’t like it as well as I used to. I used to literally crave this salad like a drug, and had to have it every Thursday. Now, I can really take or leave it. It was good, though last night, just not delicious.
Afterwards, I went to Barnes and Noble to try to use the gift card I’d received for Christmas, but nothing jumped out at me. It was really depressing. They didn’t have any of the books I wanted, and I’d already bought two books at The Novel Experience (I was perilously close to finishing Valor’s Choice by Tanya Huff, and thought I’d need another book to start at dinner; actually didn’t need another book after all; I finished my book and my dinner at the same time.): The Sacred Seven by Amy Stout, and Sudden Country by Loren D. Estleman. Don’t ask my why I bought a western (the Estleman one). I really don’t know. Anyway, after wandering around for nearly an hour, not finding anything really cool, not finding any real bargains, and getting way too “People Poisoned” (that’s an old phrase from High School my friends and I would use when there were just too many people around, and we’d have to get away), so I just went home. I was pretty beat by then, and it was hot (well, I thought it was hot), and I was uncomfortable, and getting cranky.
