Just me, my thoughts, and a cup of coffee

My wacky brain woke me up at 5:30 a.m.
I managed to lie there until 6:30. 
Then I gave up and went into the living room.

Raven didn’t go to work last night.
Somehow we ended up at this new market across from the school.
They call it a market, but it was mostly… well, I wouldn’t know what to call it.
You can get breakfast and lunch in a limited form there.
They sell milk, fresh‑from‑the‑farm meat, and jams.

The property featured a small cinder block building with several outbuildings.
The parking area was gravel mixed with grass and mud, with vehicles and equipment scattered throughout.
Chickens roamed freely, while cows were kept in a fenced enclosure beside the lot.
Cows stink.
That’s just the truth.
Cows stink.

Inside, there were a few tables set up.
A line of grocery‑store‑style freezers ran along one wall.
They sold fresh‑from‑the‑farm meat out of those.
The back wall had shelves of jelly and honey.
In the middle were shelves with wooden toys, chicken rub, and more honey.
There were empty boxes stacked around.
The odor of cow was strong, even with the door shut.
Flies were buzzing.

The space appeared reasonably clean, though it was rough and worn.
It didn’t match typical expectations for a food establishment.

Raven got breakfast to go, and I picked up biscuits and gravy for Cowboy.
The woman cooked everything on a regular home stove, not restaurant equipment. 
From what I saw, she didn’t wash her hands before cooking.

There was a little girl behind the counter, in the food prep area.
I would estimate her age as between four and six.
She stayed beside the cook as food was prepared, with quick trips out the back door.
That door opened to the cows and chickens.
At no time did I see the child wash her hands, either.

That’s not a place I’ll be going back to.
And I sure didn’t order anything.
I may be too picky, but nope.

Cowboy’s only complaint was that the biscuits were dry as a desert.
So maybe they weren’t bad cooks after all.

Other than that little trip we took while Cowboy and Badger snored happily away and didn’t even know we’d left, today was just another do-nothing day.

Cowboy worked.
Heron didn’t do a double today. 
He puttered around my yard.
Raven puttered around too, window shopping, I think.
Badger stayed in her room.

There’s no real need for the blog anymore.
It’s just something to pass the hours.
A way to pin down the days before they slip away.