Cleared out a bunch of weekly papers and inserts this morning that have been building up for a couple weeks. Gotta keep up on those (and dispose of 'em right away) or they become really intimidating.

Took a pile o' stuff over to my retired friend with the every weekend yard sale -- managed to dig out the fancy oil lamp with the blue/green globes and get it there without breaking it. And the canoe-shaped shelf unit -- nice, but I have no place for it.

But I came back from there with a bag of blouses and a lovely sweater vest. Every time I manage to get rid of cubic footage, seems I bring some home with me!

Still trying to work towards the two boxes (in different parts of the house) that have the circa 1950s magazines in them -- I'd like to call the guy who buys old magazines and convert them to cash.

Missed the Nottingham Farmer's Market, though, by about 10 minutes. Last Sunday I bought the most exquisite strawberries I've ever tasted (right up there with the ones my sister and I bought at a farmstand just south of Half Moon Bay on our way to Monterey). Knew I was going to miss the market, though, so stopped at the farm stand on the other side of Nottingham and got some. They're very good, but not quite like those from the other grower last week. Don't have to worry about bringing strawberries home, though -- they disappear almost immediately (and don't even contribute significantly to the cubic inches around my waist and hips).

Linn