at Homers famous mini doughnut house!"
This comes over the loudspeaker at Smiley's Flea Market. Also the best ice tea in the world. (Yankees call it "iced" tea, but they'd be wrong) The girl who repeats the script has a harder time getting it out with each repetition, until it gets to the point you figure each seperate word is on a flash card.
Kathleen goes every weekend and she talked me into going in case I see something to put on Ebay. She is fast and I'm a turtle. She's out of sight in 2 seconds. So, I wander and look at people. It's 6AM fer cryin out loud.
I've been holding off as long as is reasonable before going into Homers. Not even a hole in the wall; more like a dent. These donuts look like a tiny brown fist. I like the darker knots about the size of a half dollar. A dozen cinnamon-sugar and a dozen powdered sugar. later in the day, these yeasty-beasties will attempt to return from whence they came- home-made paste. Now however, they are quite warm. They have the slightest crust that offers faint resistance to the teeth that makes the rape of this deep fried dough-wad all the more exciting. When the enamel storms the weak outer defenses, the rest of Homers confection completely gives up and the first to leave are the sweet outsides. These wads are disguised as confections, but the true object is to convey hot cholesterol laden fat to the mouth. After one has swallowed, the aftertaste of spent grease is left clawing at the back and sides of the tongue like a man slowly sliding over a grassy edge into the abyss. Desperate and tenacious, this fatty grease wants to stay where it is in the worst way. The only thing for it is to grimly step on the cloying fingers by taking a swallow of coffee. Each gulp is like the end of every war in the world. A brief respite and you long for another. This cycle is repeated until one feels as if a mossy rock was implanted in the stomach.
All this is accomplished while taking in the circus of vendors and prospective buyers. It's fun to listen in on the pitches and bargaining; "Hey- gas is $4 a gallon. Work with me!" "It's not really worth anything...I don't even know why I'm buying this" "Hey- that's worth somthin! That's got age on it!" There was a lady demonstrating some vegitable slicer thing and talking like a barker. Some young couple walks up and she yells, "Hon- yor a lot better lookin than that skanky blonde he was here LAST WEEK with!" Looks start gong back and forth and all of a sudden a guy in the back starts wailing with laughter and the lady can't keep a straight face herself anymore.
Animals for sale. Some roosters ther that were like birds from the Amazon. Some had wild mult-coloured plumes. Baby rabbits that the kids are afraid of while you can see the yearning in their faces. Puppies. Pygmy goats too crowded together. I hate the people that do that to poor animals. I worry about what kind of life a puppy will have when it goes home with some of the yayhoos who live around here.
I was going to go to British In The Blueridge but I found out it costs $20 to get in for the day. Can't afford it. So, I stayed home and made me a compression plug that looks store-bought. I need to drible a little oil in there- if it works as good as it looks, I may have to go into business.
Watched a movie tonight named "Snow Cake" Very good. Dare I say moving. Made a dinner out of brown rice and vegitables and home-made beans. Fried up pieces of Polska-Kielbassa with some diced apples and tossed it all together. Even that's not as cheap as it used to be, but it's good and healthy.
Been feeling a little out of whack. Wish I could sit on the porch, put Rosie on the chain, and shoot the shiit with a couple of ya. You do anything interesting today?
