Zucchini, kohlrabi with greens, spinach, broccoli, chard, lettuce, strawberries. Eggs and pretty orange flowers (Not Diana? Help?). Plus Hot Bread Kitchen bread share: tortillas, lavash crackers, plus multigrain and raisin loaves (not pictured due to proximity of bread licking cat which is pictured). A potted lemon grass and thai basil plant.
I also got some delightful extras, including chicken and a chutney, but I forgot to actually get them. Diana (not Not Diana) got them and is stashing them for me. (Thanks, Diana.)
So, the wonderful folks from whom I adopted Ginger and Pickles, or, as they were known at the time, Raoul and Julio, just posted a bunch of photos. They're newly noticed, but careful inspection showed they were posted on August 29, 2008... a couple of months before G&P came to live with me. And so I feel pretty confident that this curly guy...
...and this less curly guy with the droopy eyes and very pink lips...
...are indeed my guys. And I learned some things about them from these new postings. For example...
...shoe laces have never been safe with Pickles anywhere near by. Or, from the caption on this one...
...Ginger was always "mega-cute" and "very curious/sociable." But, wait. What did that say?
"they're not quite as curly as their brother, but still mega-cute, and very curious/sociable. yay kitties!!"
"[T]heir brother?" That little guy there is a sibling of my G&P?
There she is having her lap time interrupted by an open-mouthed, intruding Gigi, true to his present form, only wanting attention when someone else is getting it. Who was this strange sister of my babies, the sister I never knew they had? Do they miss her?
I had been doing alot of reading lately about how cheapy headphones are bad for you. Apparently, the in-ear ones are the worst because of their proximity and those cheapy ones that sort of sit in your ears that came with your iDevice are even the worstester because they make you turn up the volume to get good sound quality, and more volume now means less hearing when you are old.
So, I got the on-ear kind because they are supposedly good for proximity and blocking external noise thereby requiring less volume. Really, I wanted the Beats By Dr. Dre, but they are ridiculously expensive--even though everyone on the subway and in every single music video seems to have them. (Dre is obviously a PhD in Product Placement.)
Plus, really, all it takes to become a pop star is knowing to touch one of your ears while singing. I don't know why, but it makes you look like a Serious Musician. Especially when you make concentrating eyebrows while doing it.
French breakfast radishes (?) with greens, dinosaur kale, arugula, scallions, garlic scapes, leafy lettuce, beet greens, and strawberries. Plus eggs. Plus bread share multi-grain loaf, lovely roundish bread of some variety, lavash crackers and fresh tortillas. Plus flowers that smell sort of like nutmeg that I sure hope Not Diana can identify for us.
You may note a small buff-colored object in the bottom left of the frame there. Closer examinations reveals...
...Woody popping into the frame initially out of interest in the bread. (Both Woody and Tiggy like to lick the crust on loaves of bread. I do not care for this since it renders the bread inedible and very, very drooly.) But, what is distracting Woody below the vegetables? What could be more interesting than a fresh loaf of bread?
Ginger, patiently waiting out the photo shoot for his green gobble-portunity. Also, you may note a helpful hand holding up the flowers.
I hope you've enjoyed this behind-the-scenes look at weekly farm share photography.
How did I determine which is his fave when he'll eat any green put in front of him? He is the blurriest during bok choy from all the munching. No kitty chomps a choy like Gigi. Even with no front teeth, no kitty chows a bok like Mr. Gee.
One of the great things about friends is how good conversations can expand your knowledge and really challenge you intellectually. For example, I was talking to Kevin yesterday, and he mentioned the Barbie Beach Bus.
But, I was confusing it with the Barbie Star Traveler.
But Kevin knew what it was called because the toy was long gone by the time he arrived in the world, but the box lived on in his youth for years and years. I, on the other hand, had gotten the bus at a flea market so I never had the box. Kevin, your knowledge of the name of Barbie vehicles completes me.
I had both. The Star Traveler was key for when Barbie would have to get in the Star Traveler in my bedroom and drive to the living room to put on her Superstar Stage Show.
If you look up in the upper right corner, you can see Donny & Marie also worked with the stage. I had them, too, but I had never seen their show and so I thought they were married.
Anyhow, then, I shared these childhood memories with Erl and she told me about the box of budding Skippers she had but traded for a Le Trim tape.
And then that lead me to want those bloomers with the lace. Friends are so enriching.
I haven't been sleeping terribly well. In addition to having allergies (still? in June?) which make me cough all night long, I boo-booed my rotator cuff lifting something about twenty pounds with my right arm fully extended. (Chiropractor: "Have you been lifting something heavy with that arm?" Me: "Nope." Chiropractor: "Putting a heavy bag up onto your shoulder with one arm?" Me: "No." Chiropractor: "Something where you are sort of lifting it like this or turning your shoulder like this while you hold it?" Me: "Oh.")
I got about two hours on Sunday night, and then, with the help of my friend Medicine got about four last night, in one hour intervals (11 to midnight, 2 to 3, 4 to 5, and 7 to 8 sitting up on the couch when I was supposed to be dressing). Needless to say, I am a little sleepy when I first get going. And by "first" I mean, the first sixteen hours of the day.
So, imagine my sleepy surprise when, midway through my exfoliation, I looked down to discover I had a friend in the shower with me. It was this guy.