This past Sunday Theo and I enjoyed a lovely visit to the St. Paul Farmer's Market. Peapods, astonishingly beautiful lettuce (I've never thought of lettuce as good-looking before, but this stuff just is), jerky from the jerky lady, a few plants for the garden and some gifts for teachers. But on the way home, when I stopped to by some more mulch, I pulled out $20 only to realize that it was stuck to another one (fresh from the ATM they were) and both myself and the cashier at the store barely realized it. A quick perusal of my billfold found that this was not the first time that 20s had stuck together that morning. I must have paid at least once with $40 and received change for $20. Not that anyone was trying to cheat me, just those were some very sticky bills. I was a bit put out about this until Theo piped up from the back seat with this: "Well Mom, those farmers work so hard and make good stuff and no one ever tips them. They deserve a real nice tip every now and then." True. Just kind of wish I could have been in charge of the size of my tip. But it did make that pill go down a bit easier.
Later in the day Eli and I were standing on the deck looking at the garden when a chipmunk darted into the new corn seedling patch, dug up a plant and dashed away. This brought our attention to the other missing seedlings and the neat little holes left by this chipmunk earlier. I might have cursed, quietly of course. Eli gave me an affectionate pat and said, "Well Mom, take a look at those perfect little holes already dug for whatever you might want to plant next."
Thanks guys. Your bright side perspective is helpful. But I might still invest in a BB gun to keep the chippies at bay. I will not shoot to kill. Just to scare.
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