Sunday, October 14, 2007


At 7am this morning, it was 38 degrees and raining. I had to call the game, so to speak.

It's hard for me to decide NOT to go to the farmer's market and vend my wares. We need the money--we live on it, using it for gasoline, groceries, and toilet paper.

But it started raining yesterday, and it was cold. And the weather forecast showed it to be cold during the market time, and raining the entire time, as well. So I sent a pre-emptive email.

At 6am, when my biological clock wakes me, whether I want to or not, I got up and checked outside. It was raining, and I could see my breath. Forget it! Who's going to go to the market on a day like today? If I was a customer and not a vendor, I know that I wouldn't go to the market today. And the people who would go are the hard-core folks who would be hoping for vegetables.

No, ma'am. No, thank you. Cold, rain, and wind--forget it! Y'all will have to buy your soap next week.


  1. I had a dream last night that my family traveled to visit you - you'd moved to Santa Fe and were teaching non-fiction writing courses (to adults) and hosting writers' retreats. (Your house had three separate adobes outside the main house.)
    Then things got weird and a horde of flying chinchillas were all over, kind of like locusts, but cute and fuzzy. ;->


  3. Even with the plague of chinchillas?

  4. you said they were cute and fuzzy!

  5. I totally don't blame you for ditching. It was wicked miserable out, and yes, I was there for the vegetables (and to see you, but next time!).

  6. Yes, they were cute and fuzzy, but still ate all the flora in sight.