WNBP: With Significance And Import

"What he had seen had no significance. It was too monumental to carry any import."

Seriously. Is that not one of the greatest lines ever???? I read it today whilst perusing Book III in The Secret Books Of Paradys series and I thought that it perfectly embodied the spirit of The Wednesday Night Bullet Post.

That or it is the exact opposite. It's one of those. Here's some bullet points for your midweek enjoyment:

*We've had an unusually cool summer this year. With lots of rain.

*Today was sunny.

*And hot.

*And muggy.

*You could take a straw and suck up a nice sip of air should you be so inclined.

*Not that it would have helped much because it was hot and there was nothing for it, really.

*I'm not a fan of extremes. Cold. Hot. Neither one makes me very happy.

*But I've let nothing stand in the way of my going to the farmer's market every Wednesday for my weekly Visit With The Vegetables. I wasn't going to wimp out now!

*As is my custom, I made sure to go see The Produce Guy With The Little Stand At The End. He may not get as many shoppers as the big farms, but he still shows up every week and one has to admire that.

*I may not be a fan of vegetables, but I can't resist the opportunity to experience characters.

*I had to wait to buy my carrots today. I was in line behind a rather stately older lady who appeared to be visiting our fine state. She was inquiring as to the provenance of the lobsters and this required more explanation than you might think.

*Finally, it was my turn.

Produce Guy: Y'know, deah, 'bout the time that lady asked wheah them lobstahs come from, I came pretty dahn'd close t'sayin, "The ocean!"

Sheepish Annie: (chuckling) We grow them on a farm! Miles and miles of lobsters as far as the eye can see!!

PG: Heh!

SA: (now very much delighted by this turn of conversation) We keep them on big ranches! You can rope 'em, but it's wicked hard to brand 'em!

PG: She didn't strike me as th' type to uh-ppreciate that, though.

SA: Mmmm...no. I wasn't getting that vibe off her.

PG: Prob'ly fuh the best that I didn't say it.

SA: Yeah. Would've been funny, though.

PG: If I'da said it t'you, you woulda laughed.

SA: Oh, my gawd!! Wicked hah'd!!!!!

*Still can't get past that nagging suspicion that I'm dating The Produce Guy.

*For the record and in case anyone is interested in the tale of the lobster's travel itinerary, here is a summary of his explanation:

"Owah fahm is right out theah ovah t' Kettle Cove 'n that's wheah we fish. Some come offa othuh boats, but we buy 'em local. It's five minutes from the ocean t' owah tank."

*So now you know.

*In between witty banter at the expense of the tourists, I did manage to pick up a veggie or two. Some fruit also snuck in there.

Onions, cukes, carrots, raspberries and blueberries.

*None of this made it to the table tonight. I needed to dip into the squash stash since I didn't eat all that I bought last week.

*Who can eat that much squash?

*Tonight's dinner: Zucchini, breaded and pan fried. Which is not exceptionally healthy no matter how you look at it.

*Especially after you add the Parmesan cheese.

*But all I ate for dinner was zucchini and that entitles me to the use of various fats and oils.

*On the way home from my weekly Summer Of Compensatory Knitting Socialization (S.O.C.K.S) session, I stopped off and bought a Wii.

*Because that seemed like a perfectly logical thing to do at 9:45 pm and after spending an evening engrossed in wholesome knitting activities.

*Isn't this what everyone does?

*I've been saving up for one for a while now and figured that since the store was right there...

*Wii is fun.

*Wii makes your arms hurt.

*Wii interferes with all sorts of things like knitting and blogging.

*Still almost finished a sock today, though.

*Which is pretty good if you consider the heat, the humidity and my budding relationship with The Produce Guy. (who is also The Lobster Guy...)

*Not to mention the looming dinner of zucchini.

I can't think of anything else. I'm too full of zucchini to think straight. There are those who would try to blame my lethargy on the hot oil saturating that poor squash, but I won't hear such heresy. Blaming the oil...that's just wrong. Next you'll be telling me that the ketchup wasn't really an extra vegetable!

Talk about stuff of import...and significance!

SA