These were on a table at the Greenmarket yesterday, where I discovered macoun apples, the greatest apple in all the world! I was buying apples, not because I even like them, but I vary what I eat to make sure I’m getting all the vitamins I need, blah, blah, blah, when Howard said to get a macoun. I bought one. Even the guy selling them said, “One??”
But I didn’t think I liked apples. One was enough to say okay, I’m getting whatever apples offer, next! On to the good fruit! Why oh why didn’t I buy more? It was so good it should get its own category. When is the next Greenmarket? Monday, right? Sigh.
So yeah, Sundays. The most depressing day of the week. The weekend will soon be over, and tomorrow’s Monday. Maybe it’s a leftover back to school thing. Tonight I’m supposed to go to a free dress rehearsal for a theatre piece being put on by the place I volunteer for, the September 11th Families’ Association and the Tribute WTC Visitor Center. I believe it’s based on what happens on the tours the Tribute Center gives of the WTC.