Today was a cold and blustery day, as they say, but I promised myself I would find the Old Market, and stubborn as Robinsons turned Williamses can be, off I went in spite of the weather. It was only dripping when I left, but the wind was gusting hard enough to actually push a humity hum hum pound woman right along whether she wanted to go or not. It was during one of these gusts that I experienced my first fall. The street looked clear but wet in that area, and I was not taking the care I should have while looking for my destination. Fortunately, my new hiking stick dug in and helped me fall on my knees instead of my rear. One knee is a little scabby, but my pants are not torn. That's the important part. I can most likely grow more skin easier than I can find new pants. I found the market with no trouble. When I saw our suspender man, he greeted me like an old friend, until I asked to take his picture. His wife said "Why you want take picture?' I told her because he had sold my husband the suspenders, and they agreed. When I went inside to the food portion of the market, I only took pictures of the flowers, so as not to offend. We will take pictures of each other in front of the interesting meats next time we go together.
I also went to the Humana shop where I bought a light parka for myself. My long down coat will be too hot before long, and the travel raincoat will not be warm enough. It is a men's jacket, but a parka is pretty much a parka, and all the women's jackets were too small.
By the time I started home, the weather had taken a turn for the worse - sleeting as well as blowing. It was 36 degrees but had a windchill of 25. I should tell you that I found the market more than once today, but only one time was on purpose. The others had to do with getting lefts and rights mixed up while I tried to find my way home. Funny how that can turn into a circle, or circles. I had my cell phone, but was determined to get home without calling Del for help. I'm proud to say that I did, but the down coat and leather gloves were wet through by the time I got there. Hopefully they will be dry by the time to leave for class tomorrow morning.
The link is to my pictures, taken by me, if you can believe it. Tracy said that the ones I put up the other day were the first she had seen in 20 years. Unfortunately, that is true. We like to look at pictures, but are pretty pitiful at holding up our end. The clothing pictures you will see from time to time are because Rosa is a budding designer, and we thought she would like to see them.
Oh, I bought a very long ham hock at the market, more like a shank, and cooked it this afternoon. I tasted the meat while taking it off the bone, and it tasted very much like smoked city ham hocks with a touch of garlic. Bean soup on Thursday, I think. They had something that looked like souse, but I did not buy it. Maybe another day. I have read about the slow food movement. Perhaps we are participating in that to some extent. Thank goodness the poultry is not on the hoof!
I also cooked fresh beets to go with our fish tonight. Mother cooked them, because they grew them, but I had forgotten how much better they are than the ones from a can.
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