The weather was lovely Sunday, breezy with brilliant sunshine and a few clouds until the afternoon, when the clouds thickened up. No rain and it mostly just spared the city the worst heat of the day. After a morning of some housework and a long, lazy soak in the tub reading a LeGuin novel,* I garbed up† and got the scooter out.
A late donut run came first. A half-hour before closing, pickings were slim at the local donut shop, where the staff has (after a deliciously overestimated first few months) worked out a keen understanding of any day's likely demand. I picked up a nice chocolate donut free for nothing, because "You're in here a lot." (Helps that they are on my way to just about everywhere!)
Took that home for later and set out for groceries, possibly preceded by lunch in Beautiful Downtown Broad Ripple. Maybe?
Well, no. It was one o'clock; the very kewl foodie place over by the donut shop had a private function of some sort underway, and up in the Village‡ proper, all of the usual place were packed. "Later," I thought, and went to the recently-opened organo-supermarket** to stock up for the coming week.
Later was too late; I rode home, put groceries away, took a short nap and found myself in the two-hour gap between Lunch and Dinner. I went to the closer grocer, got a nice bacon-cheddar burger and some onion, bell pepper and a little jalapeno to fry up and put on top, made dinner, watched a little TV, did more housework and went to bed.
Still working on the touch-typing thing. Typed most of this without looking at the keys. I'm still fumbling a lot but improving as I build skill.
*The Eye Of The Heron, which she says might be part of the Hainish Cycle. Or, I suppose, not. It works either way. The story looks at ideas similar to those she explored in The Dispossessed... and other stories set on the twin worlds of Anarres and Urras, from a different angle and with Earth-humans as the protagonists. LeGuin takes a lot of flak from some corners of the libertarian SF crowd, which I think is unfair; time and again, she sets up societies that appeal to appeal to her inclinations or hopes and then points out all the weak points by showing how they fall short in actual practice.
† I keep seeing people on scooters without the least nod towards safety equipment. Most of the scooters are 49cc "DUI specials," but the road remains as abrasive as it is from a Harley and your own inertia at 35 or 40 mph is the same either way. Helmet, gloves, padded jacket, boots and my usual Carhartt "Double Front" dungarees are about my minimum, and Tam, veteran of motorcycle commuting and motorcycle accidents, considers even that on the inadequate side.
‡ Yes, "the Village." If it sounds silly to you, take it up with the merchants and other business owners of the Broad Ripple Village Association.
** It appears to be booming. Meanwhile, the venerable Marsh supermarket chain, with a store a half-mile away, had gone broke. Marsh was on the way out before the new place broke ground -- but the trend is clear. Along those same lines, long-established Double-8 Foods, with tiny markets mostly in struggling neighborhoods, failed several years ago and has been replaced by nothing at all, another point on the same graph.
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