Saturday in the Park

Saturday: Up early, check garbage by curb,OK; feed the cats, check NY1 and click around the dial that isn't a dial anymore--what is this GreenPlanet: a story on a green home in Albuquerque?; check to see if the garbage was picked up; go out for coffee and Ridgewood Times, peer into catch basins, note empty Corona bottle on sidewalk, and new grafitti across the street; wonder if I have an obsessive mind; worry that I have an obsessive mind; distracted again, this time by squirrel; Brex and an early start on the Sunday papers sections that arrived, two piles: keep this, toss that; need for third pile?; check again, garbage; bring empty bottles from pantry to basement. Garbage picked up, but missed it because I was distracted by something in basement. Wait for K. to get up. Look in. Cats snuggled on bed with her.

Our plan was to get out, pick up our CSA goodies, and then go to the church to drop off for the pantry. McCarran Park was in full Saturday mode--full of hipsters, as she calls them, and their dogs, on leash and in the dog runs. Two surveyors on the corner of Driggs; the big red decorated bus that is parked in the same spot every Saturday and which reminds me of Kesey's "Further."
The distribution point was pretty busy with latecomers in the last 20 minutes. Boxes of veggies, the scale, and familiar faces with the sign-in sheets. Loading up the car with the leftovers I met and talked with two new members, a couple from Jackson Heights, Queens. That was a surprise; It has its own CSA. They seemed very interested in CSA stuff and I suggested they show up at Sunday's Core Group meeting. We'll see...
The trunk and back seat were loaded with corn, zucchini, onions, eggs, and assorted greens, which we delivered to the church. Kim had to move stuff around in the one fridge to get eggs in there and we left the other stuff on the floor in crates. The church soup kitchen is overwhelmed with too much food from us, and changes have to be made. Donnie, a kind of super I guess, told us about his troubles with the chain, the gate, the need to get a new combination lock, all relating to a story of a homeless guy who got into the church yard at night. Nice guy.

Then back to McCarran to shop at the Green Market--eggs, berries, goat cheese, carrots, and tomatoes--all locally grown and fresh, if not all strictly organic, all sold by friendly vendors who had left early in the morn from Jersey or LI farms Our friend from Garden of Eve Farm said his assistant was in Brooklyn for the first time and she was out exploring. "I told her to go down Bedford." It was fun walking from stall to stall together, making big decisions.

On the drive over, Kim told me how, earlier, she had heard Dawn read the riot act to one of the latecomers who arrived after 12--who told her that he was "having trouble getting there" each week. I would have said, "Well, You are making progress. Next week you may get here on time. And then you will get your veggies."

Anyway, this is boring but at least we are getting out, for whatever reason, on a Saturday morn, rather than hanging back, getting stuck and depressed or angry with each other. But we missed The Soup (again); it will roll around (again), and we will probably miss it again. But we got out, and we brought back some Good Eats!