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The Food Zoo
Dec. 23rd, 2012 07:07 pmYesterday's brief thunderstorm, for which I shut down the computer, was the most splendid ten minutes I've had in years. A furious downpour fell, then was joined by hail, and before it ended great swaths of blue invaded the clouds and the late sunlight made the world sparkle. Thunder rumbled and the wind bent the pines and drove the rain nearly horizontal at times. I could easily have enjoyed an hour of it, but it ended suddenly, leaving only buckets of water running from the burdened trees, and streams two feet wide rushing along the road's edges. By the time night fell, all was quiet, and the clouds had recovered their losses and hidden the stars.
Today was all gray and the rain fell almost constantly. It was like hour after hour of soggy twilight. But to my surprise,t he rain ceased just when I had to go shopping, and didn't resume until I had returned home. It was as though something had decided to make up for the soaking I took last week.
Or perhaps it was nature making up for the human chaos of the markets. The last two weekends of the year are always the worst. I have no idea where all those people come from. They certainly don't shop the rest of the year. I begin to suspect that this town has a secret population of eccentrics who fast most of the year a year, and only come out to shop for holidays. Maybe it's a cult. Maybe it's a cannibal cult, and the rest of the year they only devour one another, and that's the only thing that prevents the cult from taking over the world.
But I digress. I'll be so glad when January does arrive with its placid weekends, and I can shop once again in peace. We should expand the War on Christmas to include the New Year's celebrations. Rid of both, we could have placid markets throughout December. The only downside is that I would find it more difficult to keep track of time, but that's a small price for a clear path to the cauliflower.
( Sunday Verse )
Today was all gray and the rain fell almost constantly. It was like hour after hour of soggy twilight. But to my surprise,t he rain ceased just when I had to go shopping, and didn't resume until I had returned home. It was as though something had decided to make up for the soaking I took last week.
Or perhaps it was nature making up for the human chaos of the markets. The last two weekends of the year are always the worst. I have no idea where all those people come from. They certainly don't shop the rest of the year. I begin to suspect that this town has a secret population of eccentrics who fast most of the year a year, and only come out to shop for holidays. Maybe it's a cult. Maybe it's a cannibal cult, and the rest of the year they only devour one another, and that's the only thing that prevents the cult from taking over the world.
But I digress. I'll be so glad when January does arrive with its placid weekends, and I can shop once again in peace. We should expand the War on Christmas to include the New Year's celebrations. Rid of both, we could have placid markets throughout December. The only downside is that I would find it more difficult to keep track of time, but that's a small price for a clear path to the cauliflower.
( Sunday Verse )
