I'm not going to talk about garbage, other than to say that tonight we put the garbage cans out on the curb. It seems like I just brought them in, which is my way of saying that lately the days go by much too quickly. I had planned to write a post on Monday, then yesterday, and then before lunch this morning. Now, I want to post this before I start making dinner in um 20 minutes.
It's going to be a good dinner, too. We went to the Farmers Market this afternoon. All three of us—the Mama, the Husband, and me. It was a rare outing for the Mama and even rarer because she initiated the adventure. She was able to walk a block, back and forth, before she tired out. Hurrah for the 90+ Mama! Although, afterwards, when she plopped into the car, she said, "I don't think I will come anymore." And, when we reached home, she said, "I don't think I can go anywhere anymore. I want to sit down all the time."
We could get her a walker with a chair so that she could sit whenever she wanted, but she won't push a walker. She won't use a cane for that matter because she feels that using a cane makes you get older quicker. Maybe she's right. I don't know. I like using a walking stick when we go on hikes. It gives me false confidence when I'm going downhill. Anyway, I'd like to find something that we can subtly carry and open for her to sit whenever she needs to rest. Any ideas?
Okay, time for me to go make dinner, which will be fresh basil and garlic pasta, Italian basil mozzarella sausage, with steamed sugar peas and asparagus. Dessert will be a slice of cinnamon roll and fruit salad composed of apple, peach, strawberries, and nectarines. Except for the apple, everything was purchased at the Farmers Market. I love going to Farmers Markets. How about you?
By the way (I know, I'm being non-sequitur today), the happy broccolis was on the side of an Albertson's truck. I took the photo as we were driving down the freeway to San Diego for the 60th wedding anniversary of the Husband's Uncle and Aunt. I was planning on writing about our weekend adventure and maybe I will one day.
I'd love to live within walking distance of a farmer's market then I could buy fresh produce a little at a time. But we live out of town with only an expensive village store close by... My mouth is watering as I read the description of your dinner!
I have a friend who is an expert when it comes to hiking through the bush. He says a staff is an essential piece of equipment, and recommends a good strong stick. A walking stick is probably just what you need!
None of us tasted the garlic in the pasta, but it still tasted yummy. It did have the garlic smell so maybe it got washed off in the boiling. Looking forward to cooking up the rest of the pasta in pesto or just garlic and butter/olive oil mix.Delete
We leave our walking sticks in the car trunk so that we're ready to go on any hikes. We're getting better about remembering to take them out of the trunk before we head down a path. :-)
My Aunt has 2 hiking sticks and she lives in the Alps(I know I am envious). She has osteoporosis so it helps with walking. I want to buy them form myself as it makes it easier to walk with and i can get that at a camping store. Your meal sounds great and so does the dessert. We always buy our fruit and veggies at the market or alonmg the side of the road from local farmers-tastes the bestReplyDelete
Every now and then I see hikers using ski poles on the trail and think they must get a really good work out that way....This evening I made a different fruit salad and served it with a bit of vanilla ice cream. Yum. It won't be long before the cherries in our area will be on sale. Droool.Delete
For the Mama-sitting - perhaps one of those folding chairs that have straps on them like a backpack?ReplyDelete
Thank you, Lady W! I did a quick Google search. Wowzie, wow wow. I had no idea there were walking sticks that can convert to seats. Perfect.Delete
Dinner sounded excellent and so fresh. That is the way to eat!ReplyDelete
I wish there were a way to make time slow down a little....
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Hi Mary, if you ever come across the solution, be sure to let me know. :-)Delete
Time does have a crazy habit of gaining momentum. Each morning when I get up I raise the shade in the bedroom and think, "I just raised this shade." I had meant to go to the farmers market yesterday, too, but once I got a hoe in my hand, I forgot to stop. I love your dinner menu.ReplyDelete
Exactly! When we got back from our short trip last Sunday, I said I'd wash our clothes the next day. The pile, which has grown, is still on the hallway floor. At least it's out of our path.Delete