Return to the Farmer’s Market
Started my day early bright and early this morning. Well maybe not bright as when the alarm went off at 8:00, I rolled over and gave the snooze button an extra hard whack. Alright.. so maybe not so early either – 8:00am is mid-morning compared to my normal routine. I’m trying to pick up the pieces of my routine and put it all back together again. Between having been ill and my mother-in-law visiting, it’s like my schedule got blown to smithereens. Yuck.
The weather cooperated by not being too hot nor too cold, although the humidity hung heavy in the air, so much so that I was forced to take off my hoodie lest I melt away into a little puddle on the sidewalk. I played about a dozen or so songs with my younger brother including Knocking on Heaven’s Door, Country Roads, Lodi, Battle of New Orleans. After I had had enough, I left him to play more songs while I went to the booth right next to where we play and bought some bannock (more commonly known as Fryebread to most.) Call it what you like, I just call it “Yum!”… slap a little jam on it while it’s still warm and it’s a little taste of heaven first thing in the morning.
After the Farmer’s market, I dropped my brother off and headed on over to the grocery store. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the grocery store? hehe. Had to go there to pick up some canning jars, sugar and Certo (pectin) as my mother has offered to make me some raspberry jam. Seeing as I don’t know how to make jam and my mother makes the best jam I know, it was worth the anxiety that a visit to the store invokes in me.
On my way home, my cellphone rang and, lo and behold, hubby had finally decided to join the land of the living. I started to feel annoyed once I realized the purpose of his call was to ask that I pick him up something to eat from some fastfood joint. It really shouldn’t bother me too much, normally doesn’t even, but today it irked me just the wrong way and I struggled to keep my irritation levels to a managable level. My irritation was bumped up a level once I understood that just getting a burger wasn’t going to be good enough….it was to have “no lettuce, no mayo, this sauce instead of that sauce” … etc etc. I realized I was just being a bit a grumpy old bag and told hubby I would get him his burger, but he would be best off to let me go.
Not sure what’s up with the rest of my day yet. Based on how irritable I feel, it might be prudent to find an a corner of the house that is far away from where hubby is situated. Later tonight I have to head to my folks to deliver the jam-making supplies. While there I have the wonderful task of trying to uninstall some useless piece of crap security software that my dad has on his computer… ugh!
‘Nuff fo now. Despite the cranky tone to this blog entry, I don’t feel too bad. Just need to find something to distract me while I go on a hunt for my good mood. 
Bye for now
