No one knows what the body can do. -Spinoza
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Singing for Pasta
The best way to deal with the blues, I've discovered, is to let them find you at the Farmer's Market. I've not been feeling well this past week, but staying cooped up in the house (even if it does stay cooler than the hot outside) never helps for too long. So, the nine-year old and I decided the best thing to do was to put clothes on like we mean it, and go for a walk. The local Sunday Farmer's Market is only a few blocks from our house, so we walked through the neighborhood to visit with friends there at the produce stands. By the time we'd left the Market to make our way back home we'd gotten free chocolate, offers for baby sitting, almost won a "Best Dressed at the Farmer's Market" competition (I voted for the 8-year old that was the other contender), was made to accompany today's Farmer's Market musician, Tony Norris, singing John Prine's "Angel From Montgomery", and left with a pack of award-winning, small production, Italian Herb Pasta given to us for free by the maker herself. I'm telling you, it's a hell of a town.