Tropical storm? What tropical storm?
You weren't going to go to the Waverly Farmers Market this morning? What a wimp you are.
I recommend your going as soon as you read this because no one will be there. They were all shopping at 6:45 a.m. when I was.
I bought my first melon of the season, a canary. (I was hoping for a Crenshaw, but I haven't seen any this summer.) Two kinds of beans, broccoli, squash, apples, nectarines, corn. Nothing exciting, in other words. I've ODed -- I wonder if that's how you spell that -- on tomatoes. People are starting to bring them into work. ...
What I didn't buy was bread for breakfast, because Uptown Bakers didn't come today, along with a couple of other vendors. (Not to worry. There were still plenty of them there.) I was stunned. I've bought loaves of bread from Uptown in snowstorms at the winter Waverly market.
As for me, my tennis was canceled -- what's wrong with people? -- so I plan to make this a productive day of finishing the second season of Dexter, watching the first five episodes of True Blood (TV critic David Zurawik lent me the screener; look for his new blog starting next week, by the way), watching as much of the U.S. Open men's semifinals as they can get in, and posting blog entries more than usual for a Saturday.
With my luck, the power will go out. As my husband always says, it's like living in a third world country if you live in Baltimore as far as BGE is concerned. Our power goes out when the sun is shining and the winds are totally calm.