Organic ham and chicken parts; apples and a huge 'ginger snap'; chocolate chip pumpkin loaf

The last Saturday of the Inwood Greenmarket, which is in easy walking distance of my home, was 17 December. Our fishmonger told us this last week, and added that he'd be in Union Square Greenmarket (which is year-round) but not until he comes back from a month's vacation fishing in Costa Rica. It pleases me that he enjoys fishing, isn't out there on the boat just because it's a living.

Not all the vendors seem to have realized that the last local Greenmarket until June was last week. The street wasn't closed to traffic, but four vendors were there, with their stalls set up on the sidewalk and the adjoining lawn.

The organic meats came from the people who sell us meatloaf sometimes. They were cheerfully handing out samples, which is how we wound up buying a ham. The chicken parts are a cutlet, and two bags of wings that will go into soup. We were too late for legs and thighs, because we needed to get lunch and go to the supermarket first. (Clementines!) We asked, and paid, for one bag of wings; the man threw in a second. All the chicken went directly from their freezer to ours; when I'm ready to make stock, a bag of wings and some duck bones will come out of the freezer. The ham is for tomorrow night.

Apples because apples are good, and local apples are particularly good. Macouns, if I recall correctly--I was a little spacey, and asked cattitude to select the apples. And the sweet baked goods because I like them, I've given up on the banana bread, and it will be better for my shoulder if I don't make cakelings right now.

Organic ham and chicken parts; apples and a huge 'ginger snap'; chocolate chip pumpkin loaf

The last Saturday of the Inwood Greenmarket, which is in easy walking distance of my home, was 17 December. Our fishmonger told us this last week, and added that he'd be in Union Square Greenmarket (which is year-round) but not until he comes back from a month's vacation fishing in Costa Rica. It pleases me that he enjoys fishing, isn't out there on the boat just because it's a living.

Not all the vendors seem to have realized that the last local Greenmarket until June was last week. The street wasn't closed to traffic, but four vendors were there, with their stalls set up on the sidewalk and the adjoining lawn.

The organic meats came from the people who sell us meatloaf sometimes. They were cheerfully handing out samples, which is how we wound up buying a ham. The chicken parts are a cutlet, and two bags of wings that will go into soup. We were too late for legs and thighs, because we needed to get lunch and go to the supermarket first. (Clementines!) We asked, and paid, for one bag of wings; the man threw in a second. All the chicken went directly from their freezer to ours; when I'm ready to make stock, a bag of wings and some duck bones will come out of the freezer. The ham is for tomorrow night.

Apples because apples are good, and local apples are particularly good. Macouns, if I recall correctly--I was a little spacey, and asked cattitude to select the apples. And the sweet baked goods because I like them, I've given up on the banana bread, and it will be better for my shoulder if I don't make cakelings right now.

Anyone want to play with image editing software?

I have a sudden desire for a trilobite userpic. A purple trilobite userpic. Ideally with at least a suggestion of it being underwater/on the ocean bottom.

No, no good reason, and this probably shouldn't be anyone's top priority.

Anyone want to play with image editing software?

I have a sudden desire for a trilobite userpic. A purple trilobite userpic. Ideally with at least a suggestion of it being underwater/on the ocean bottom.

No, no good reason, and this probably shouldn't be anyone's top priority.

That year in review meme, slightly twisted*

As usual, I spent New Year's with papersky, rysmiel, and zorinth, in Montreal. Please take it as a given, if I have not given full details of a situation, a person's identity, or whatever else I happen to be writing about, that I have my reasons for not doing so. cattitude has a new job. There was an egret fishing in the inlet this morning. I just, as my GP advised, called the mammogram place to ask if they could see me earlier. I feel like a robot zombie--I'm trying to collect used electronic brains. First I filled out a form, which included a lot of questions about things like levels of pain and what I can and can't do with the shoulder, including a couple to which the real answer was "I don't know, I'm not stupid enough to have tried it/that's not how I'd lift a gallon of milk," but seemed basically sensible and relevant. The physical therapist--Larry again--is pleased with how I'm doing. From me, or certainly from anyone in or of New Orleans, that would be a reasonable and even calm statement. This was going to be a rest day anyhow--I didn't really get one last weekend, and won't next, in both cases because of travel. Send lawyers, guns and money: Dad, get me out of this. Not so bad.

*The twist is that they aren't all the first post of the month; nor are they selected randomly. An imaginary prize will be offered to the first person compulsive enough to identify the selection criterion.

That year in review meme, slightly twisted*

As usual, I spent New Year's with papersky, rysmiel, and zorinth, in Montreal. Please take it as a given, if I have not given full details of a situation, a person's identity, or whatever else I happen to be writing about, that I have my reasons for not doing so. cattitude has a new job. There was an egret fishing in the inlet this morning. I just, as my GP advised, called the mammogram place to ask if they could see me earlier. I feel like a robot zombie--I'm trying to collect used electronic brains. First I filled out a form, which included a lot of questions about things like levels of pain and what I can and can't do with the shoulder, including a couple to which the real answer was "I don't know, I'm not stupid enough to have tried it/that's not how I'd lift a gallon of milk," but seemed basically sensible and relevant. The physical therapist--Larry again--is pleased with how I'm doing. From me, or certainly from anyone in or of New Orleans, that would be a reasonable and even calm statement. This was going to be a rest day anyhow--I didn't really get one last weekend, and won't next, in both cases because of travel. Send lawyers, guns and money: Dad, get me out of this. Not so bad.

*The twist is that they aren't all the first post of the month; nor are they selected randomly. An imaginary prize will be offered to the first person compulsive enough to identify the selection criterion.

I do NOT like this

I was coughing some, before and right after dinner.

And now I'm feeling short of breath, in a way that feels distressingly familiar: it feels like the symptoms that sent me to the doctor's around Thanksgiving, when she treated me for a lung infection and gave me a prescription for an asthma inhaler.

I really hope that this will be better in the morning--a great many things are, even if one doesn't take two aspirin before bed. But my chest feels and sounds congested.

I haven't called the pulmonologist yet--I was waiting until the transit strike was over, and then just didn't get around to it Friday. Which realistically means no appointment until I get back from Montreal.

I do NOT like this

I was coughing some, before and right after dinner.

And now I'm feeling short of breath, in a way that feels distressingly familiar: it feels like the symptoms that sent me to the doctor's around Thanksgiving, when she treated me for a lung infection and gave me a prescription for an asthma inhaler.

I really hope that this will be better in the morning--a great many things are, even if one doesn't take two aspirin before bed. But my chest feels and sounds congested.

I haven't called the pulmonologist yet--I was waiting until the transit strike was over, and then just didn't get around to it Friday. Which realistically means no appointment until I get back from Montreal.