Saturday Afternoon Prattling

I am a morning person trapped in a night owl's body. I had a 9.30 chiro appointment before and so was walking the streets with Lester half an hour later. I'm sure 10am is late for morning people but I'll take what I can get. There has to be a reasonable sort of a balance for me to get out of the house exercising by 10am. I really appreciate it when I do. And so 10 is late, but it's early for me, and even at that time of the morning I could feel the ends of the frost that had covered everything earlier when the real morning people, like the girl in the health food shop, were up at 6.30.

I love the concept; the practice just doesn't happen because night time comes and I'm alert and creative and going to sleep is a silly idea.

An old woman stopped me on the street to admire Lester and his youthfulness. I told her about how he was actually 10, and how he'd been a death row dog. She told me about her daughter who lives in the country and who always adopts the death row dogs. Often she has four. She only has two at the moment so she is in line to rescue another couple from the needle. Lester just said, "Whee!" and looked expectantly at me to start walking again.

"Gee, he's a big bloke!" said an old man to me as we climbed in the car.

Sunny late winter mornings get people talking, don't they :)

I went to Yarraville Village today, a trendy inner-city high wealth suburb where resides Plump, the organic grocery. I've decided to go organic again with my veggies that I buy (which is most of them, at the moment. I have been too late to plant some things and so I've missed out on kale this year, which I love. I do have plenty of seedlings coming up though, which is kinda cool).

It's funny how expensive organic food is and how crummy it looks compared to the supermarket stuff. Supermarket tomatoes are gas ripened and hence look really good and just like a tomato but taste like styrofoam.

I plan to grow tomatoes this year. I have strawberries planted but I am not sure exactly what they are up to. I pray for my strawberry plants because there's nothing like real live unsprayed ripe strawberries to guts on to give me anticipation for summer.

At Plump I bought a whole lot of stuff, like organic tomatoes that taste like tomatoes, and kale, which is really yummy, and spinach and carrots and bok choy. I bought bok choy even though I have it growing in my garden. Even though it's the only ripe pickable thing growing in my garden! What a dill! (Yes, I did have some dill growing, actually. Must plant me some more :)

My brainfades are weird. Every now and then I get a bit of dust in my hard drive and I do weird things the way I did the other day when my Mum and me went to Imax. She got a choc top ice cream. I got a medium popcorn and a bag of chocolate coated honeycomb. For some strange reason I had it in my head that Mum wouldn't want any of the chocolate (which is bizarre, because even though my mum is fitter and less of a pig than me, why would you not have any chocolate???) And so I ate the entire bag of chocolate covered honeycomb. Afterwards, while we were walking through the Carlton Gardens and climbing in amongst the tree trunks, my Mum quite rightly told me off for eating all of the chocolate myself.

"I thought I brought you up better than that, to share," she admonished me. She was very surprised that I had eaten it all myself.

And she was right. I didn't mean it though - I tried to explain the brain glitch, the dust in the hard drive. It felt amusing being admonished by my mum when I'm nearly 40. Sort of comforting, you know? :)

Just as long as she resists spitting on a handkerchief and wiping my face with it, we'll be right :)

Happy Saturday bloggers