Sunday 03/23/2025
For fun on a Sunday morning I decided to try a new farmers market. The SJ Mercury News published an annual “Best of Silicon Valley” supplement, and under the head of “best farmers market” they said Campbell. Campbell is a suburban town on the south-west corner of San Jose. And supposedly their Sunday farmers market was good. So off I went. It was a half hour drive. But a very nice market, about 150% the size of the California avenue one I often visit. Lots of ready to eat food including middle eastern and asian, and lots of fresh veg and fruit.
So I was walking around looking at the tasty-looking oranges and tangerines and I was hit by a wave of grief, first I’ve had in a year or more. For at least two decades, probably longer, it was Marian’s and my habit on a Sunday morning, to talk about the upcoming week and decide what we would cook for dinners. And we would make out two shopping lists, one of staples and meat for the grocery store, and a list of what we needed in fruits and veggies. Off we would go to the store, and then to one of the street markets to buy a week’s worth of fresh stuff. We always had fruit as part of supper, plus a veg, plus whatever we wanted for lunch or snack. So walking around this market just suddenly brought back that long-standing pattern of a life that is gone.
After lunch I put on my red shirt and went to the museum, thinking I was signed up for a large tour group. But there was no tour. I came home and worked it out: I am signed up to help with a large tour on the 29th. It’s even in my calendar on that day. But somehow at some point, I had thought, oh no I forgot to put that big tour in my calendar, and put it down incorrectly, for today. I’m not sure where I went wrong, but that’s what I did. So that was a wasted hour.
For supper I had been invited to share a birthday supper with Jerry and Betty. It’s Jerry’s birthday. He’s probably the youngest CH resident at 77. (I came into CH at age 77, 5 years ago.) Anyway by arrangement, John had brought his clarinet, Kay her flute, and I my guitar so we could actually sing happy birthday with instruments. It was nice.
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