I expected to be at my computer a lot today since it’s the first day of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I expected to spend a couple of hours perusing student writing for the new Classroom Challenge. I expected to do these things ’til my daughter’s babysitter had to cancel.
I was unsure how to structure this day knowing I was supposed to be at my computer. I have an iPhone, which allows me to moderate comments remotely. However, it’s hard to comment on blog posts, especially those written off of WordPress, from my phone (i.e., because of logins and captchas). Therefore, I did what any mom in my position would’ve done. I went to Plan B. Wake up early, do what you can do, and then focus on the kid.
We took a field trip today. Since I’m her mother, there’s was no permission slip required. We just hopped in the car and headed east to Lancaster, PA to visit the Lancaster Central Market, which is the oldest continuously operating farmer’s market in the country. As soon as I pushed Isabelle’s stroller through the double doors to the market, I realized I was in an historic place. I took note of the high ceilings and the way the vendors were spaced. It reminded me of the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, but on a smaller scale. Smaller, but cozy.
I squeezed the stroller the aisles, careful not to bump people or displays. My mouth probably hung open as I passed the vendors. I made a mental note of where the salad vendor was, but never stopped there for lunch. Instead I was seduced by a beef empanada, which I haven’t had since I stopped working in Central Falls, RI three and a half years ago.
We sampled bread at Thom’s Bread and landed up buying a chocolate boule, which we’ll use for French toast this weekend, that Isabelle and I both adored. I navigated our way way through the aisles, naming the vegetables, cakes, meats, and other treats we passed for Isabelle’s benefit. We sampled chive goat cheese (didn’t know it existed) from Linden Dale Farms. We stopped by Maplehofe Dairy to buy eggs from happy chickens and milk from happy cows (because you don’t explain the concept of cage-free eggs and antibiotic-free milk to a two year-old). We weaved our way back and forth through the aisles multiple times, even stopping for cookies, which Isabelle’s slowly developing sweet tooth enjoyed devouring along with some flash pasteurized apple cider.
I set out to write a focused slice of life story today, but it isn’t happening. You see, Isabelle fell asleep on the way home from the market. (It is a 45 minute drive, after all.) She’s been in her crib, fighting sleep, for the past half hour. So now I will step away from the computer and go and get her. A quality piece of writing will have to come from me another day.