Central Market

I met Darrel and Emma at Central Market after work for dinner. We hadn't been there in a while. Emma loves the playscape. I had an odd Cesar salad. Every 5th bite tasted a bit strange. I kept eating it, cuz the other 4 bites were too tasty to stop. So far, I'm not ill or dead, so I'm sure it wasn't a big deal.

They changed their menu about, what, 6 months ago or so. I preferred the old one. The took off the kids macaroni and cheese. Are they insane? That was the best thing on the menu. Emma loved it! I loved it! You can still buy it in the store, all ready to pop in the microwave and heat up, but for some reason, no longer in the cafe. Makes no sense.

We ate, Emma played, and then we fed the ducks. And the turtles and the fish. Those minnows are mad. There were lots of red winged black birds perched on the reeds around the little lake. We used to have them hanging around our backyard a couple of years ago, but I haven't seen them in a while. They're all at Central Market, apparently.

Emma and I came home and watched Shrek. A thoroughly entertaining movie, I must admit. Darrel is out at a lecture being given by a Tibetan Monk who he is making a CD with tomorrow evening. Darrel will also be away most of the weekend at a Buddhist retreat. He's not really a Buddhist, but I suppose he's closer to that than to anything else.

I just re-read this, and good god it's boring. Central Market, ducks, Shrek?? Wow! If you're still reading this, you must have a life that's even duller than mine. That's a shame.