Sogs a lot

Doused again for a day or so; spent the afternoon hanging out with my mother at her new digs, chatting and getting to know one of the women who works there. Some of the ladies had gone out the day before, when it was sunny and warmer, on a scenic drive, and were treated to milkshakes afterwards. One of them remembered the outing, and the fact that my mother chose chocolate for her flavor; no surprise. Very old age needs interpreters, like any other foreign country.
Farmers' market in the late afternoon the day before, I forgot to note, one of the last in our neighborhood; lovely tomatoes, breads, dairy items, but the fish guy has never returned. Will have to scout him out at a bigger market held all year in a somewhat distant area.