Fresh fruit and veg!

After mulling it over last summer, and again this summer, and going positively green with envy over our friends’ baskets of produce, we’ve taken the plunge and ordered a weekly delivery from Layman Farms. Minus the cucumbers, of course (Spouse has a real problem with cucumbers, which is just beyond unfortunate).
Also, that deposit I never got back from my apartment-dwelling days in Tallaght, well we may be on to something now, since they’ve figured out where and how to use my ABA routing number. We may be seeing money by the end of this week or the beginning of next.
And in spite of my elation over the prospect of recouping my deposit and eating my weight in locally-grown fruits and vegetables, I’m experiencing great angst. It may have something to do with the fact that the guys who are remodeling the neighbor’s upstairs bathroom are blasting Rush Limbaugh while I’m trying to listen to Diane Rehm. All I want is to get some work done, learn a little more about consequences of privatizing public services, but noooo! I have to hear some random bitching about Mormons instead. Harumph.