pleasantness
Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luciabWell, mostly pleasant, anyhow. Roughly translated, that means I'm over the internal rant resulting from running around this morning. (No violence was made during the events in question.)
I got up at a reasonable hour and decided to hit the Farmer's Market before it got (a) hot and (b) super crowded. Good idea, but I was lacking a bit in the up-and-at-'em department, so it was moderately crowded when I got there. I found a good parking spot, though, and the first thing I saw was a sign saying "Yes, we have Silver Queen corn!" Yea! So I made a beeline and got my corn bagged up. Reached for my wallet... and realized it was home on the table. Crap. No money, no debit card, nothing. Back to the car, back home to start all over again. I suppose that tilted my mood at least somewhat to the "not good" end of the spectrum. I was glad it wasn't too far-- there's a reason I like living in town instead of 10 or 15 miles out in the country. On the way home I realized that some of what I wanted depended on what was on sale at the grocery store, and I had prescriptions to pick up at the drugstore. Ever dutiful (ha!) I went to those places first. That took a finite amount of time, of course, so the Farmer's Market was really crowded by the time I got back there. Still, I found another wonderful parking spot and got what I wanted in record time. Whee! Back to the car. So far, so good. At this point, I realized that the parking lot had become.... well, a parking lot, even the driving lanes. The biggest problem, as far as I could tell, was that to get out of the lot I was in, everyone had to make three left turns into other travel lanes within the lot. Okay, we're mostly civilized, and I don't really have any choice-- left turns it is. These were not one-way travel lanes, btw-- traffic should have been able to move in both directions, at least to parking spaces. There we sit, waiting for a chance to exit our little bay. Suddenly the SUV behind me starts honking his horn. Having done nothing wrong, (hell, I hadn't been able to move-- how could I have done anything wrong?) and having nowhere to go, I ignored him. Suddenly he pulled up on my left-- in what should have been the travel lane going the other directiton. WTF? That's when your normally easy-going correspondent started muttering JACK! ASS! under her breath. I admit that I got all macho at that point and crept forward, cutting him off. What makes him so much more important than the rest of us? I could see the passenger, and she wasn't having either a heart attack or a baby, so screw that noise. A woman waved to let me out into the traffic lane, so I got to move. At that point the SUV managed, with more honking and waving of arms, to convey that he wanted to go straight across traffic into the next bay. Now, can anyone explain why he thought that pulling up on my left was going to be a helpful move? Aaargh! And for some strange reason, I saw other cars pulling this same maneuver. Again I say, WTF?? I never did figure that one out. It took me awhile to get calmed down from that.
When I got home, I got busy in the kitchen, fixing some of the stuff I'd got at the grocery and the FM. I've been wanting gazpacho, ceviche-- hell, ANY kind of cold food-- the last few days. Ninety degree days in an un-airconditioned apartment will do that to you. Salmon and shrimp were both on sale today, so I got stuff to make a good ceviche as well as the gazpacho. The ceviche is in the fridge as we speak, chemically cooking itself. Yeah, baby. No-heat cooking. Can't beat it. Since the ceviche won't be ready till tonight at the earliest, I used the rest of the shrimp in a salad with spinach-cheese tortellini. Now I'll have some variety in my cold food. Tomorrow I'll make the gazpacho.
I got up at a reasonable hour and decided to hit the Farmer's Market before it got (a) hot and (b) super crowded. Good idea, but I was lacking a bit in the up-and-at-'em department, so it was moderately crowded when I got there. I found a good parking spot, though, and the first thing I saw was a sign saying "Yes, we have Silver Queen corn!" Yea! So I made a beeline and got my corn bagged up. Reached for my wallet... and realized it was home on the table. Crap. No money, no debit card, nothing. Back to the car, back home to start all over again. I suppose that tilted my mood at least somewhat to the "not good" end of the spectrum. I was glad it wasn't too far-- there's a reason I like living in town instead of 10 or 15 miles out in the country. On the way home I realized that some of what I wanted depended on what was on sale at the grocery store, and I had prescriptions to pick up at the drugstore. Ever dutiful (ha!) I went to those places first. That took a finite amount of time, of course, so the Farmer's Market was really crowded by the time I got back there. Still, I found another wonderful parking spot and got what I wanted in record time. Whee! Back to the car. So far, so good. At this point, I realized that the parking lot had become.... well, a parking lot, even the driving lanes. The biggest problem, as far as I could tell, was that to get out of the lot I was in, everyone had to make three left turns into other travel lanes within the lot. Okay, we're mostly civilized, and I don't really have any choice-- left turns it is. These were not one-way travel lanes, btw-- traffic should have been able to move in both directions, at least to parking spaces. There we sit, waiting for a chance to exit our little bay. Suddenly the SUV behind me starts honking his horn. Having done nothing wrong, (hell, I hadn't been able to move-- how could I have done anything wrong?) and having nowhere to go, I ignored him. Suddenly he pulled up on my left-- in what should have been the travel lane going the other directiton. WTF? That's when your normally easy-going correspondent started muttering JACK! ASS! under her breath. I admit that I got all macho at that point and crept forward, cutting him off. What makes him so much more important than the rest of us? I could see the passenger, and she wasn't having either a heart attack or a baby, so screw that noise. A woman waved to let me out into the traffic lane, so I got to move. At that point the SUV managed, with more honking and waving of arms, to convey that he wanted to go straight across traffic into the next bay. Now, can anyone explain why he thought that pulling up on my left was going to be a helpful move? Aaargh! And for some strange reason, I saw other cars pulling this same maneuver. Again I say, WTF?? I never did figure that one out. It took me awhile to get calmed down from that.
When I got home, I got busy in the kitchen, fixing some of the stuff I'd got at the grocery and the FM. I've been wanting gazpacho, ceviche-- hell, ANY kind of cold food-- the last few days. Ninety degree days in an un-airconditioned apartment will do that to you. Salmon and shrimp were both on sale today, so I got stuff to make a good ceviche as well as the gazpacho. The ceviche is in the fridge as we speak, chemically cooking itself. Yeah, baby. No-heat cooking. Can't beat it. Since the ceviche won't be ready till tonight at the earliest, I used the rest of the shrimp in a salad with spinach-cheese tortellini. Now I'll have some variety in my cold food. Tomorrow I'll make the gazpacho.
