Adrian got up early because the movers were arriving at her old apartment before 8 a.m., and
cattitude got up a bit early so he could get to the new place before the movers (and before Adrian). I had lunch at home and then went to the new apartment, via the Copley Square farmers market: this meant I wasn't in either apartment at the same time as the movers.
The farmers market had strawberries. I bought a quart, which the three of us have eaten (after bread and pickled herring). There were three different vendors with strawberries. The berries at the place closest to the entrance were pale and I think had been picked to early. The second vendor's strawberries looked a lot better, and smelled nice. The bought a quart because that basket looked better than any of the pints.
We decided in the middle of the afternoon that we wanted to get an air purifier right away rather than waiting. Cattitude found one on Amazon for a reasonable price that was available for delivery between five and ten p.m. today, and ordered it. He and I stayed at the new place after dinner, until the package arrived. Cattitude brought it inside and carried it to Adrian's bedroom, and then we took a Lyft home.
Unfortunately, there were significantly more unmasked passengers on the subway (red and green lines) than on the bus, but I kept my N95 mask on except when I was at the farmers market, which is outdoors.
The farmers market had strawberries. I bought a quart, which the three of us have eaten (after bread and pickled herring). There were three different vendors with strawberries. The berries at the place closest to the entrance were pale and I think had been picked to early. The second vendor's strawberries looked a lot better, and smelled nice. The bought a quart because that basket looked better than any of the pints.
We decided in the middle of the afternoon that we wanted to get an air purifier right away rather than waiting. Cattitude found one on Amazon for a reasonable price that was available for delivery between five and ten p.m. today, and ordered it. He and I stayed at the new place after dinner, until the package arrived. Cattitude brought it inside and carried it to Adrian's bedroom, and then we took a Lyft home.
Unfortunately, there were significantly more unmasked passengers on the subway (red and green lines) than on the bus, but I kept my N95 mask on except when I was at the farmers market, which is outdoors.
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They were never sold by liquid weight here although some things were (and still are- shellfish for example) it was always by the ounce and now by the gramme.
All this Bojo fuss about imperial weights and measures is making me grin, as anyone under fifty probably only does metric and people like me and him who have lived abroad can work both and convert in our heads if we need to. If he's looking for the 'old fart' vote, I don't think it's going to work!
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I had to look this up myself, I had a vague recollection that there was another weird thing going on beyond metric vs. "US customary" units vs. imperial pints, but only a vague one, and when the people at the farmers market are selling pint or quart containers of berries, there's nothing like a standard for how high the berries are heaped.
I do have a fond memory of going to a market in Walthamstow when visiting friends, and one of the vendors shouting "pound a pound" for their produce, but I'm happy to buy my fruit by kilograms or pounds, as long as the prices are posted and the scales are honest. (In Hong Kong in 1997, the street markets had prices posted in catty, which I knew about from my Lonely Planet guide, and was close enough to a pound for "I'm a tourist without a stove, but there's a fridge in the hotel room" produce shopping.)
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