No, not with the Farmer. We are not on speaking terms. Yesterday was the last day of the Summer CSA, and I’ve been weeping bitter tears ever since. Sure, it’s been a good run. And we got to pick our own raspberries unexpectedly for the fifth week in a row. Big deal. A lot of comfort that’ll be this time next week when it’s just me and a pile of mangled squash to get us through the rest of the Eat Local Challenge.
My new love would never abandon me like this. Want to meet her?
Isn’t she amazing? So sleek. And the best part? FREE!!! Want to know how? No, I didn’t steal it. My mommy bought it for me for my birthday! True story. She reads this blog and we talk sometimes, too.
Lately, as you know, I’ve been entertaining romantic ideas of recycling somebody’s dusty old vintage bicycle for my new, possibly fleeting hobby. But people don’t want to part with their beloved bikes no matter how much I beg. It’s really annoying. So imagine my surprise when I was confronted with something so shiny! Many thanks to Mom and Frank at Spoke ‘n’ Wheel for facilitating the transaction. (BTW, this totally beats out the Wonder Woman Underoos she gave me two years ago, which held the previous title of Best Birthday Gift Ever.)
So now I just need to bungee a milk crate onto the back and that should give me some storage space as well as some much-needed street cred in these parts. Also, it might help if I stopped bucking myself off the bike every time I switch gears. Oh, and the smiling has definitely got to stop. NO MORE SMILING, TAMMY.