Public Market

I went to the public market downtown yesterday for the first time. If you like blueberries the size of peas and over ripe strawberries from California you're in luck. A couple stands offered one mind you, one red pepper for a dollar. White potatoes the size of salt potatoes, who knew? If they said they were all organic then it might all make sense. I walked around three times which took only a couple minutes. I ended up getting four peaches, a zuchinni, and scallions. I am still a little perplexed. Most of the stands offered the same produce choices and I imagine they were from the same source. The vendors looked nothing like farmers. I don't get it? I am used to farmers markets being a great alternative to grocery store produce. It should be fresher, larger and not miniatures of what you are accustomed to. Some one told me that this was because I went around noon and not early in the morning. I don't buy it (I think that's a pun). They were selling all day weren't they? Why would they only bring stuff worth buying before noon. I'm still confused. I guess my conclusion is that it just sucked but, the kinder side of me wants to come up with another rationale. I can't. I know... maybe it was a bad day because not a lot is really in season at this time. Yeah, that's it.

In other news...

The nearest neighbors (I have no idea who lives there. NO one has actually seen them before) have allowed their two Pekingese dogs to wander about. The house I live in is on a triple lot and when I pass by they follow me to the door. The neighbor's property isn't fenced. The poor creatures seem so much in need of care and friendship/companionship. I imagine if they were properly cared for they wouldn't be following me, meanie that I am home. Yesterday I notice only one dog as I passed by. He started towards me and stood still looking very afraid and sad. Where was the other dog I wondered? Just then out of the front door (they leave their front door open when the dogs are let out) came a very mean Pit Bull. It charged at me. I swung my bag at him and he backed away and tried it again and again. He did this until I got into the house. He stood outside the door and barked for a while. Where's the other Pekingese? I really don't want to think about it.