Category Archives: Farmers’ market

#620: Livid

To my readers:
Beware: this post is not my normal style.
I’ve loved Jesus for decades, and knowing
I’m the beloved of my King gives me a sunny disposition.
Usually.
Until this:
The back story, in list form
(I make lists when I’m furious, I don’t know why)
1. I gave up my car over a year ago. We used the money we saved on a trip to Costa Rica.
2. Our fish market has a table at the Farmer’s Market every Saturday, 9-1. I’m the unpaid staff.
Cute, but unpaid.
3. Usually, David drops me off and sends an employee to pick me up. There’s a lot to unload.
4. This week David was in the Triathlon–he finished in 1:33. Therefore, he couldn’t drop me off.
5. So, I borrowed a friend’s car, loaded it up, dropped off the fish, table, umbrella etc. at the market.
6. I parked my friend’s car in the town ‘Visitor’s Parking’ lot. Like this:
7. I did think it wasn’t an entirely kosher spot because of the boards to the side but, obviously,
          lots of people have parked here before.
8. It’s a bit of a walk back to the Farmer’s Market but at least I wouldn’t have to leave
my table to move my car to avoid a ticket, it was safe in the town lot.
9. After 4 hours I walked back to the lot to pick up my car so I could break down my booth.
10. Only to find this:

Really?
When I asked the officer why a ticket,
she said I was parked on a ‘greenspace’.
And ‘people always park there and they always get a ticket.’
These cars weren’t on the ‘greenspace’ but they got tickets too.
When I got back from breaking down my booth there was, indeed,
another car in the ‘greenspace’.

So, what was originally a wry acceptance of my own folly
has now morphed into fury at a police department
that makes up arbitrary violations in order to scam our visitors.
There are no marked spaces in the ‘Visitors Parking’.
Ticketing should not happen unless traffic is being blocked.
That’s why I’m livid.
Bad parking is irritating.
Bad policing is unconscionable. 
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#399: Island Friends

Here’s a day in the life of my 14 year old
and one of her friends:
It’s a Saturday, so yard sales first.
This is Mr. Ozias, retired ‘Sconset postmaster.
He can always be found on the yard sale circuit.
He knows Jesus and loves to talk about Him.
The girls didn’t find anything this time out
but there’s always next week…
Next, to town, to return books and sit in the elephant’s lap
 in the Weezie Children’s Library.
Then to the Farmer’s Market,
first to try Bagel Chips from Petticoat Row Bakery
then to admire the jewelry and flip flops at
Raven’s Revenge.
I bought some shampoo bars from Chris Kardell,
maker of Drift Away Soap.

Last stop in town:
Juice Bar for ice cream.
$4.50 each. Ouch.
The dress my daughter is wearing actually
belongs to her friend.
Because friends share everything…