Okay, Diary, listen up.
Skipped breakfast this morning, went out to the farmer's market
which sets up at our fair grounds each Saturday morning. Couldn't find a parking place so I sit in the car
and waited on my lady. She bought four homegrown tomatoes for $7.00, three medium size and one large.
Stopped at Sprouts on the way home and bought green beans to snap and small new potatoes. I got a Mexican
Vagan TV dinner and a dozen apricots. I bought a loaf of whole wheat bread which is labeled White bread done right.
Not very good. We both had a sandwich with this new bread. I'd give it a 2.5 or 3 out of 5. Ann doesn't have much of a taster,
nor did she make any comment about the bread. She only ate a half slice. She ate a who tomato with her sandwich. She finished
up on cookies, I on strawberries.
Had a conference on iMessage with my son who is in Potenza, Italy. Grand daughter and grandson are leaving Italy today. She
back to Spain where she spent a month with the Oklahoma University dance team, practicing and performing with a Spanish
dance company. Mia, my sixteen year old granddaughter doesn't speak Spanish but for a month she did, she got by. She
is fluent in Italian. She said she had the most fun she's ever had in her whole life. And she was invited back for a special
performance in Barcelona. My grandson, Martino, is on the way to London for a week long conference at Oxford, then
he'll have a week to move about to whatever he wants to do or see. Son and daughter in law and Martino and Mia
will all be back here in Norman in early August for another school year. My son and daughter in law are teachers.
I on the other hand, still a student but my learning has slowed. Are you listening to me, Diary. I do hope you're
taking notes. You know how my memory is.