Blinded by the blight
I really did not see the rotten peach in the basket. Or plastic see-through box, for that matter. The sal display was right inside the door, and as the first item in my cart, things disappeared from view, quickly. Shopping is a sprint sport…
Anyhow, what I didn’t notice, another did. Not in the store; safely back, in the kitchen. And I had to mumble something about not having noticed (blindness is not an excuse, in certain quarters). Once the attention had changed focus, I decided to examine the damages for myself. One bad peach, and another that required a quick excision with a knife before satisfying my need for juicy fruit. It could have been worse.
Today was my turn to do the lawn (again!) Other than the added effort to get around the back of the pool, no big deal. Amazing how my plantain plantation continues to “grow and prosper”. I might have to buy (yet another) weed whacker, though. For the number of times it gets used around here, the life span should be much greater. Perhaps that pile of used ones, over at the surplus store… unless they are ones that are “surplus” to the needs of another, because of damage. Could I test drive a whipper, please?
Locally, the calèche fleet is (largely) on strike. I don’t blame them, but I don’t consider myself as a customer, either. Learned that a “ride” is worth about $100, which makes shank’s mare a much better deal for most of us. And the guided tour part is only worth something to those who won’t read the brochure.
