So Much Fun Today

What did she do?


She went to the Redwood City Farmers Market.  There weren’t as many vendors as there used to be, but self bought about a dozen peaches.  Afterwards, she picked what she thought was the softest one to eat, but she found out it wasn’t all that ripe.  So, she heated up a little bagoong, and spread it on the peach slices, and let me tell ya, it was heaven.


Self attended a kiddie party in Twin Pines Park in Belmont.  She must have passed the park a million times, in all her treks to and fro Notre Dame.  Now was the first time she had occasion to park, get down, and explore.  Her cousin (whose daughter was turning 1) or his wife had tied purple and white balloons to a lot of trees, and set up a buffet consisting of Do-it-yourself-fajita ingredients, grilled chicken, two kinds of lumpia, fruit salad, pasta salad, and strawberry shortcake.  For some reason, everyone was dressed in a purple or purple-and-white top, and no one had remembered to tell self:  self was wearing a black top and jeans.  Oh, well!


After self got home, she remembered that she had the number of a very important person to call.  And that was the daughter of the Redwood City Main Post Office clerk.  All the clerks are Filipino.  Self chats to all of them, every time she mails out something (practically every other day).  Recently, a clerk told self her daughter was visiting.  “From New York,” the lady said.  Self inquired what her daughter did in New York.  “She’s in graduate school.  In Columbia.” !!@@@##  Self quickly asked for her number (Why?  Because self is so nosy, that’s why!)

This also reminds self that when son was in the fifth grade, he bested his entire school to win the chance to represent the school in the semi-finals of the state spelling bee.  And while we were gathered together in the lobby of the hotel where the spelling bee competition was being held, self saw a very familiar person standing just to one side, with his daughter who was apparently also a contestant.  And self wracked and wracked her brains for where she had seen the man before.  Then, after about 10 minutes, it hit her:  he was a clerk in the Redwood City Post Office.  That post office is certainly a very interesting one, dear blog readers!  Stay tuned.

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