Out and About

My Saturday was a full day. I rose early to be at the farmer’s market shortly after they opened. Which is 8:00am for the one I was shooting for. There is another that opens at 10 or 11, and another mid-morning on Sunday, and perhaps another on a mid-week afternoon. Times change. I remember ‘Farmer’s Market’ used to imply before the crack of dawn on Saturday, at a very inconvenient area mid-city, and if one arrived after 7AM, nothing but the dregs were left. The worst we worry about now at the market I frequent is whether we will get a parking place right across the street.

Also? Gourmet dog biscuits and hand lotion bars are sold. Items likely not found at the markets of the past…

Any way, my market booty will provide us with roasted beets and carrots (both of the usual and purple varietals!) and onions and squash and new potatoes and plums.

And one gourmet dog biscuit.

After a quick round of the vendors, a mad dash home, tossing the produce in the fridge, grabbing another cup of joe, I was off to the monthly meeting of the weavers and spinners guild that I joined over the summer. I missed the first meeting in September when all the offspring were in the vicinity so I wanted to make it to this one. I am all serious about figuring out how this organization works. I am intrigued by this group of talented and interesting folk. I did not stay for the program, however.

I had plans, you see.

I dashed out immediately after the business meeting and headed south. I met my friend from college days for a last lunch before she moves north….wa-aa-ay north…for a few years.

We ate at one of my favorite places for lunch in Denver. We ate at Andre’s. I had Dobisch Torte for dessert. (For those that know about these things…)

After a great lunch, and a wonderful visit, we said good-bye for now, and I made a stop at a close-by LYS, the Lamb Shoppe. I didn’t make any purchases, though. I was beginning to feel the effects of my day’s schedule. I looked around quite a bit, and searched through their Mini Mochi bin looking for another ball of the colorway 118, but to no avail.

I thought I might head home through Boulder, taking in an LYS there, and maybe spying some foliage for photos, but traffic was poor, and after several minutes of stop and go, I turned Scooby-Roo north.

The day was already full enough.