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T'other day when I was shopping for berries, Some Man parked his cart in front of the section and proceeded to examine the plastic clam shells one by one, opening each and inspecting it until he found, I assume, what he wanted. This was a new trick by me, and, since people who believe themselves to be the only person in the universe are annoying, an annoying one. I know people will open egg cartons to check for intactness, though you don't really need to count them, as I saw one woman doing. Like, the box says one dozen and you can see all the eggs are there, so umm why are you counting them?
Joke was on me of course, because when I went to wash my raspberries last night, most of them were mouldy. Lesson learned, which is mostly, don't buy your fruit from Loblaws.
Warm and muggy today, and less wind than recently so the mug registered. Did bag up the vines from yesterday's endeavours, which filled a bag to capacity. Seems I wore a hat yesterday too and took it off at some point and then covered it with vines and forgot all about it. Ah well. It could have used a wash anyway. Sweated through the everythings, of course, and must drag bag around to the front before the rain starts.
An oddity I never noticed in my forty-odd years of acquaintance with Turandot. The three ministers's song, which is possibly my favourite bit, starts with the dreamy Ho una casa nell'Honan, con il suo laghetto blu. Uhh,, since when has blu been an Italian word? But it is: adopted at the end of the 17th century. Has to be a loan word, surely, but what did Italian use for deep blue before that?
Joke was on me of course, because when I went to wash my raspberries last night, most of them were mouldy. Lesson learned, which is mostly, don't buy your fruit from Loblaws.
Warm and muggy today, and less wind than recently so the mug registered. Did bag up the vines from yesterday's endeavours, which filled a bag to capacity. Seems I wore a hat yesterday too and took it off at some point and then covered it with vines and forgot all about it. Ah well. It could have used a wash anyway. Sweated through the everythings, of course, and must drag bag around to the front before the rain starts.
An oddity I never noticed in my forty-odd years of acquaintance with Turandot. The three ministers's song, which is possibly my favourite bit, starts with the dreamy Ho una casa nell'Honan, con il suo laghetto blu. Uhh,, since when has blu been an Italian word? But it is: adopted at the end of the 17th century. Has to be a loan word, surely, but what did Italian use for deep blue before that?
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I usually pick up a carton or two that look good, step to the side so I'm not blocking the berries, and turn the clamshells over carefully, inspecting the berries for mould or juice/smashing or rot. 8 out of 10 times I'm successful, and the other times I get to throw away $5-worth of mouldy berries.