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So today was a zoo too. I guess it's the full moon. Door counter went over 900 at work. 'Nuff said right there.

The weekend looks so crowded with stuff that we went grocery shopping tonight after I got home from work. Normally I'd do that on Saturday morning. I got reminded of why I don't usually shop in the evening. Gary wanted ground beef to make something for tomorrow when he's inviting friends in for the afternoon. They had a sale on it, and the case was empty. The butcher had already gone for the day. So, I bought a chuck roast and ground it myself when we got home. That's enough to remind me why I prefer vegetarianism. Eew.

Other problems with evening grocery shopping... You get a trainee cashier who doesn't know what vegetables are. She didn't recognize the avocados, nor the canteloupe, nor even the ordinary head of cabbage. I'm sure you people who live outside the US will be amazed that anyone could reach the age of 18 to be a grocery store cashier and not know what basic food items are. I'll bet she knows the McDonald's menu by heart but can't cook an egg on her own.

The baggers are all busy joking with each other and flirting with the girls so you can bag your own groceries. Which would be fine, because I do a better job than they do. However, when we started that the cashier stopped us and ordered one of the boys to come do it, which he did.

The lady at the deli counter is grouchy because she gets to go home in an hour and wants to start cleaning stuff up, and there you are asking her to weigh out potato salad and cold cuts. The bakery goods are already nearly a day old. The dairy case has gaps in it where things have sold out and it hasn't been restocked because it's an hour to closing.

Really, to be fair, for a small community of only 3500 people or so, our supermarket doesn't do that badly. They have a better selection than I'd expect, and prices are usually reasonable if not rock bottom. Sale items are competitive with sales at the big chains farther away. Yes, I do read sale flyers. ;p

So Gary's in the kitchen making sloppy joes out of that poor cow I just mangled. Tomorrow he and our friend Rob do their Bear Creek thing at the Woodstock Farmer's Market in the morning. Normally we go to lunch after that, but since Rob is sticking around to play again with him for Marengo Settler's Days in the evening (a real paying gig, at union rates even) he and his wife Dawn are coming to the farm for the afternoon. That will be nice, but it's also why the early shopping trip and the advance luncheon food preparations.

Then on Sunday Gary has his church choir in the morning and in the afternoon we both have to be back at the gallery in Woodstock for the opening reception of the weavers' and spinners' guild show. He will be playing dulcimer, as he has done for the last three years now, and I'll be demonstrating spinning. That runs until 5 pm, when we'll have to rush home and do evening chores. And then it will be almost Monday. Sigh. This is almost the last flurry though before the real flurries. October is going to be busy, and then things should slow down until MFF at least.