| An Evening at the Farmer's Market |
| It appeared to be a normal Wednesday night at the Red Bluff Farmer's Market. The only thing that seemed a little odd was a sign that read "crooked neck squash." Suffering from a sore neck myself, I felt extreme empathy for the squash with the crooked neck. As I continued to walk through the produce, I did see that Kremer's Chiropractic Center had a booth advertising their services. I began to wonder what they could do for the squash with the crooked neck. However, they seemed busy so I moved on. Maybe next week, I'll ask. |
| This is a great place to buy flowers... They're $4.00 for a bouquet. Another thing I found interesting were some seasonings by "Sir Guy's K'Jun Brand Seasoning." I talked to the owner who said that his recipe had been passed down by his grandmother... Wow! I can't say enough good things about this spice! My sister uses it in a salad she invented: Cottage cheese, hard boiled egg, tomato, cucumber, and avocado and some of this K'Jun Seasoning. This salad was surprisingly good, but must have the seasoning on it for kick. Now this company has a super hot version of this spice they call "the bunghole burner." Maybe it was the name, maybe it was the picture they had of a man with fire coming out of his butt...I don't know, we passed on that one. Besides the obvious discomfort involved, I don't think that the ladies I work with would appreciate that at all. |
| However, maybe you'd like to try it. Maybe you don't like the people you work with. I hope you're not one of those people without "fart etiquette." This is one of my pet peeves. Don't ever, ever get that comfortable around me because it makes me mad! I can hear some of you now..."Oh, gross! A fart talk." Oh, knock it off. You, my friend, fart an average of 14 times a day. That's fine. Just don't do it around me. I don't want to inhale it or have it anywhere around my skin. What is fart etiquette? If you need to ask, you don't have it. How can you get it? Practice control. |
| As I write this, I wonder how I got on this topic when I started out talking about the Farmer's Market. However, perhaps because of all of the vegetables people are consuming from the market, this little talk is in order. There is nothing more aggravating than the aftermath of these vegetables taking their toll on someone else's digestive tract. In my life, I have had the misfortune to be around two people without any etiquette. The first person held Armageddon in her belly. As I visited her, my eyes watered. I lost all conscious thought of what she was saying as I wondered how I would get my next breath. Should I breathe in through my nose or my mouth? The second person was someone who sat next to me in a Shasta College class. I felt trapped during the three hour class. In fact, this man held us all hostage. I felt like I was in labor, only being able to breathe for 7 minutes before my air was cut off for the next three. You know the Lamaze breathing: Hee hee who who. I was doing that; I was sweating. At the end of class, I was ticked off. Someone without any social grace was counting on everyone else's social grace to put up with it and not run away from the tear gas he was creating. This guy was a fart terrorist. These two people made me rethink my former way of handling these matters. Next time someone does this around me, even in a college class, I'm saying something. Picture me raising my hand and informing the teacher that someone's flatulent indiscretion has rendered the environment uninhabitable. Fart around me and I'm calling you on it. If you don't see the relevance of this little fart chat, you are a perpetrator. I need to change the subject, as I'm finding myself a little irritated. If you can relate to any of this, please tell me. Let me know I'm not the only one. |
| Here is a small garden that a Red Bluff person has started in their yard. I do hope they are not growing anything to sell at the farmer's market. (I wonder what plants are indigenous to the toilet?) I recommend that the owner of this lonely garden toilet add some more decor. Maybe a statue of a monk? Or an angel would add to the serenity. What a inspiration this is! Most broken things we would automatically discard should be placed in the yard and used as planters. Think of the stuff you have...kitchen sinks, dishwashers, treadmills... |
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