Farmers market

In a determined effort to shake off yesterday's mood, I stopped at the farmer's market in downtown Minneapolis and bought a bouquet of flowers: mixed gladiolas, zinnias and sunflowers, as well as other stuff I don't know the names of, but they looked pretty. $5.00, what the heck. I realized that it's been ages since I've bought flowers for myself. The buses I take most frequently have been re-routed for much of last year so I didn't ever go past the market, and I frequently forgot it was there on Thursdays. But today I remembered, and after I put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the shelf on my desk, I got ever so many compliments on them..

Who was it who said, if you have two pennies, use one to buy bread and use the other to buy hyacinths to feed the soul? Those flowers fed my soul very satisfactorily today.

My husband seems to have had the same idea, as he bought a dozen roses for me yesterday when I told him about, well, the stuff that happened yesterday. They're on the dining room table, brightening the room very nicely.

Finished Brenda Ueland's autobiography Me today. Yes. Next up: finishing that book of P.K. Dick interviews that Bruce minnehaha lent me.

Still no outgoing e-mail. [Personal: epicyclical, if you see this, could you do me a big favor and drop Rhysenn an e-mail, telling her I got both her e-mails (and very lovely ones they were, too), and that I'm not ignoring her--will reply as soon as my e-mail is up again? And heidi8 could you pass on to Penny that I got both her e-mails, but only a couple of days ago (that's how long it took for me to download my e-mail after the hard disk failure last month) and I will get back to her. Technical problems, not my fault. If my outgoing e-mail isn't up by the end of the weekend, I'll try to call her. Thanks!]

Cheers,
Peg