Horchata and Farmers Markets.

It was a good day with kickball, Horchata, farmers markets, arguments with shop keepers on the amount of dim sum that I ordered (two pieces and not the whole lot...) 

It was Sunday which means the farmers market will be at the Civic Center. As Katie also digs getting local produce I picked her up in the Marcusmobile an hour earlier because it was that damn time change. Two years ago I was in Australia and it was when they "fell back" when the North was "springing forward". Whoever thought of this should be singled out for ridicule. I am sure it was Benjamin Franklin when he was taking breaks from filming Frank Chu in the Richest Family. 

Wherever I work I am glad that it is not located next to where chickens lay eggs. In my personal hell I will be selling newspaper ads for the Bowie Blade and my area will be between an egg hatchery and a person selling keyboards. 

http://www.bowieblade.com/

I saw a sign where this guy was selling dried dates. It said, "Champion of breakfasts". I asked if he was Kilgore Trout. After we purchased a bag he then explained the whole Wheaties box. 

Often as I go about the world I assume everyone is as worldly and urbane as your humble narrator. On the way back to the Marcusmobile I mentioned Horchata. Amazingly, Katie never had this rice cinnamon/rice beverage. 

I was glad the junkies did not break into the Marcusmobile. 

Kickball was fun. I was 1 for 1 with an RBI and a run scored plus a good defensive player. I left when they were going to play drinking on second base rules because I am allergic to beer with, well that is boots.