The little engine that could

Chugga chugga...

I think I can, I think I can. I drove to my favorite seafood shop, and purchased a pound of salmon. It would become glazed with maple syrup and rum  later that night, nestled next to red potatoes and French cut green beans.

Driving was easy enough to do on Saturday before 11.

Incidentally, Roger is wanting to sell his little fish business, because he needs to have back surgery. He only works a few hours Friday and Saturday here in Black Mountain, with fresh-caught fish trucked in from the coast. Of course my salmon is actually farmed in Canada, but I figure it has had much less handling and is days fresher than that sold at the grocery down the street.

The back side of the Tailgate Market. 

Wandering around I saw lots of nice red apples, but I wanted a couple of tomatoes. Slowly I walked all the way to those booths at the back side of the market...and they still had some tomatoes!

Some fresh sunflower sprouts and little ginger roots were part of my purchase. Then slowly I walked back to the car. I was so tired by then! But I had accomplished the shopping I needed. Whew.

I had a light lunch, then napped for a while, but a huge clap of thunder hit right over my head before I actually was asleep. I'm glad I'd turned off the surge protector on the computer! Little drizzly rain for several hours. as thunder slowly moved into the distance.

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Friends are as companions

on a journey,  who ought to

aid each other

to persevere in the road

to a happier life.

     Pythagoras