Slow day yesterday. August. Goodwill was quiet. I found two pairs of vintage LLBean pants. In a woven pattern. One red and cream or green and cream. The same but different color ways. I guess someone was cleaning out the closet. One dollar each. Linen and cotton. What I liked most--they were well made. The way LLBean used to be before everything was sent off to Asia to be sewn in sweat shops.
I bought peaches. They are ripening on the counter. I also bought local farm raised eggplant. Peeled and sliced thin (I have excellent knife skills), salted and soon to be dipped in flour, egg, crumbs and fried. I eat the fried slices cold from the fridge. I also cut and peeled a very small watermelon. I have Italian prune plums in a blue and white striped bowl (from another Goodwill Sunday). My parents and grandparents always had prune plum trees. I was reminded of summer evenings on the front porch swing--eating plums. My grandmother used them to bake plum kuchen. It was good.
The chipmunks are eating my tomatoes. I pull the ruined tomatoes and toss them into the woods. They can finish eating them out there. We'll have to cover the plants with netting-- and deal with the chipmunks that get caught in it. I used to think they were cute.
I must have been feeling emotion-filled yesterday. My book kept bringing me to tears. Usually this happens when I feel overwhelmed or am overtired. The Moon. I am hoping there is no cloud cover this time. It's been three months since I've been able to see the full moon. I have thoughts to share with the Moon--another paper. It all weighs on me.
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