I’m not going to be at the farmers market this morning. I have stuff to sell. I have a few quarts each of tomatoes and hot peppers, as well as about 30 jars of peach jam. My car starts, too. We bought a new battery last weekend. Aside from a small cold, I’m not sick. There aren’t presently any family crises requiring my attention that I’m aware of. So why am I not coming? Because I have no money.
Well, duh. That’s WHY I go to the market, right? To make money. But Clintonville shoppers, especially at the beginning of the day, tend to like to pay with $20 bills for things that cost $5 or less. I used most of the money in my till on our trip to Pennsylvania last week for my grandfather’s funeral, and I used the last of it a couple days ago buying groceries (eggs, of all things). That’s not as tragic as it sounds. I know we have enough money in the bank that, had I taken it out and converted it to small bills, would have been plenty to get me through the market today. And yesterday, I had a few hours in the afternoon where I was doing nothing but waiting for Noah to get out of school and taking care of Amalie while Mayda worked. I could have taken Ammy with me to the bank then, but I didn’t think of it, and the market opens the same time as the banks (which has always been a pain, but that’s a different story).
I’m sorry, Clintonville Farmers Market shoppers. Those of you with gift cards or who are willing to pay with a check or exact change, you know where to find me if you need tomatoes, peach jam, or hot peppers.
