At the Farmers’ Market there’s a vendor who lives near the same village that we do. He sells veggies and his wife’s baking. He’s a very nice guy, but he calls himself a hillbilly and that’s a pretty good description of him, right down to the bad teeth that keep him from eating anything but soft foods. His stall has been set up right beside mine the past couple of market days and this causes people to think that we are together, that I am his wife. Call me a snob, but it bothers me a bit that people think I’m with the hillybilly. J thinks it’s hilarious.
September 13, 2011 September 13, 2011
It’s supposed to drop below freezing tonight so I had to harvest. 60lbs of tomatoes and 105 cobs of corn. Not too shabby for a severely neglected garden. I do still have the cherry tomatoes to pick, but my bin was too full to collect them. Plus the 60lbs was heavy enough to carry without anymore in it.
My period is about to start (as in I’m spotting already, no chance that I’m pregnant) and we’re still not yet totally decided as to whether we want to do an FET this cycle. We probably will, but I’m not convinced that I want to. It’s not that I don’t want to get pregnant, it’s that I don’t want to do the medical stuff required to get pregnant. I don’t feel like dealing with medications and doctors and a trip out to Vancouver. But it’s not going to get any easier, and if we put it off for another cycle, I might end up having to make the trip after November 24th, which would mean that we’d have to pay for a seat for B. Seems a little goofy that our decision to try to get pregnant is going to come down to whether we want to shell out for another airline ticket. But at least there’s something pushing us to make a decision one way or another.
