Warm Wednesday

Wow on this weirdly warm weather (and hello alliteration)! It's nearly 80 today, and while I'm not complaining, this is definitely not seasonally normal. In any case, I'm happy in a tank top and shorts and was thrilled to see at the market produce that is undeniably a sign of warm weather. I bought a huge star fruit, some champagne mangoes (one of my all-time fave fruits), some Abate Fetel pears (unfortunate name, yes? too much like fetal) and some pickings from the most gorgeous mushroom array I've seen in a while. Beech, royal trumpet, black trumpet, shitakes, yellow foot... I am definitely going to make something delicious with those. And guess who I ran into at the salad bar? My hubby! We had an impromptu lunch date. So nice! Afterwards, I could not resist heading to the nursery -conveniently located across the street- once more. Got some lovely flowers and ferns and gorgeous market pack of watercress which I've already planted.

You might all be glad to know that I have NOT cut myself or broken anything today. Whew!

The news is so bleak

I am just so appalled by the murders of Afghan civilians by the U.S. staff sergeant; the story is horrible. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: why are we there? I know, that's actually a question... And what's this about hiring homeless people to serve as roaming WiFi sources at South x Southwest in Austin? For a paltry $20 a day?

Just look at AL and MS go - who can appear more conservative and nuts? The voters and the candidates. I will be glad when November rolls around. These Republican campaigns are revolting- both in the myriad hateful messages being blasted around but also re how completely UNseriously they treat the real issues. Bleck!

Is Mercury to blame?

Parts of today were nice, others were extremely trying but what was consistent was my awful clumsiness. Good grief. While making the preserved lemons earlier, I sliced my left index finger pretty badly; this is the same finger that required 7 stitches when I cut it last time. Ok, whatever, bring on the band-aids. Then, in going in for a hug with O, my fingernail scratched his chin to the point where it leaked a tiny bit of blood. AWFUL. He took it better than I did. About half an hour ago, I was unloading the dishwasher when my funny bone grazed a wine glass I'd literally just set on the counter- whoosh! Smithereens. And then, while removing the first batch of scones for Ol's class from the oven just now, I ripped my slightly healed finger cut open on the cooling rack and the blood started flowing. Again. Back to the band-aids. A friend today mentioned that everyone she knew was having a rough time, and I said that I'd had a few quite stressful days myself. Her reasoning: Mercury is in retrograde which apparently makes everything go to hell. We're also coming up on the Ides of March, and we know how well that turned out for Caesar. I am not much of an astrologer or a superstitious one, but for now I think I'll put down the knives and make dinner without them.