The Day Gone By

NOTE: The Koala was significantly cheered up after the previous post, despite the lack of notice her stalkers took on her despondant condition. She hopes that further measures of appreciation will be taken some time soon in the future, and on that note wishes to see the general improvement of her stalkers. At the moment I can give you no praise from her. She has a very bad opinion of you all.


 Today was slow.
 Not much to do.... or maybe I am simply too lazy to do what I don't like to do. I shall blame it on my illness, for I don't usually put up with laziness on my part except for when I don't have any energy to devote myself with. I hope I will be better soon; the one thing that I particularly hate and that always seems to like sticking around for the longest time is a sore throat, laryngitis, tonsillitis or strep. I'm not sure if I have any of those medical sounding terms, or if I just have a plain sore throat. I've never checked, and they all are unpleasant whatever you call them. People just seem to have more pity for you if you use one of those big words. "I have layr-en-jii-tuhhsss, aunty. My poor old throat. Don't it hurt bad!"

 We went to the farmer's market, and parked as usual in the big mud puddle. No one else parks in them - they really are gigantic, and filled with brown water - and they are real close to the doors. Handy, ne? Entering the long, rectangular building, a number of different sights and smells assailed us. The neon lights blaring at us from the one stall; the two old men joking around at the bathtub and shower stand (whoever buys their bathtub there?); the Korean lady smilingly sitting behind the desk in her sock-stall; the grocery store at one end that looks like it came out of the fifties in style; the well-attended booth of nuts, nut mixes and dried fruit where we bought our crystalized ginger; and, as our main reason for going to the market, the stand full of all sorts of vegetables and fruits.
 Last time the young guy with the Roman nose and the slightly twisted jaw filled our order; this time it was the quirky old man who creakily danced - or tried to dance - around to the beat of the music blaring from nearby, all the while grabbing something or another or throwing another something onto the scale. Putting each item Grandmama called for into a box, he quirked his eyebrows and would say, "I'll give ye the peppers two for a dollar... want three red and three green?" Then, "Ya want this pack of asparagus for a dolla?" And, "Those watermelons are seven dollas. Would'ja buy it for five?" He put them all together into a box, received payment, and plopped a free bag of onions on top. "Have a good week," he called, already twisting back to begin filling another order.
 Perhaps he simply was trying to get rid of the food as it was the end of the week, but I believe he had a bit of a soft heart. ^.^ But I also see what I want in people, so....