Dear friends and readers,
I am home too much and vowed this morning not to let the Admiral’s slight discouragement of me from accompanying him to the Farmer’s Market get in my way — nor the cold, and, as it turned out, sun in our eyes driving down. It was a first occasion to wear my new splendid prescription sunglasses: $39 dollar type which by the time the site finishes with you over alternative selections and postage cost me $70 only after all — no $500 as once such glasses did.
A bright beautifully sparkling atmosphere, if a trifle chilly. My glasses are dark and the world looks light crimson-shadowed. The usuals were there: real farmers, and a few crafts people. I saw one stand with two American dolls (pleasant company type) dressed in lovely ski-outfits. I almost bought an outfit but do not have a good doll any more. I saved but two in our attic, one I guess to have been Caroline’s and the other Yvette, with an outfit each, but the dolls are not in good shape, their hair especially permanently tangled.
The above do not represent the two surviving dolls, one of which is a blonde (Kirsten?). Many were bought (including an African-American one), many outfits and books. One I carried throughout Europe in one trip for Yvette’s sake. She was supposed to carry it, but was too young to keep remembering it from place to place. It did provide comfort at night for her.
I was not sure I wanted the kitsche outfits she had on sale either. Altogether too picturesque 19th century. What a bogus history story the woman told me about American doll company too: started by a little old lady by herself, who was so successful by herself that she sold her business for a million dollars. I demurred but she persisted. “Oh yes, documented” by which she meant written out somewhere. Why people will not use their common sense when confronted with nonsense I’ve never figured out. I’ve come across many parallels: John Wood and Nash were responsible for Bath; yes they lived there (though bogus history says Wood was not born there when he was), but it was the Duke of Chandos and then a 9 time Mayor of Bath which made the core structure of Bath.
Quiet peaceful sparkling Potomac two blocks off. But we did not walk over. I may have arthritis in my left knee, and will off to the Doctor this Tuesday. If so, I wish I had someone to go to the gym regularly with now. It actually does my knee good to walk and exercise. It will hurt in the house but once I start walking I notice while I’m walking a sort of improvement. The admiral says exercise makes his whole legs shudder. He has arthritis in his shoulder and says swimming is now painful so our twice-weekly schedule as come to an end and is not as eager for small walks as he once was.
We bought bread, tomatoes, some meat stuff and drove home. It was good for me to be in the morning. Snowdrops in the front of our house and crocuses to the side. A first for us. A couple of weeks we’ll have daffodils and plant silver ferns.
I write this to celebrate this morning and say what a pleasure it is, because tomorrow we are thrown back into darkness as it’s decreed (by which cruel gods specifically I know not) that we return to Daylight Savings Time.