Can I Walk on This?*

OilMan is obsessed with getting tomato plants. Our Italian neighbor recommended a stand at the Sebastopol farmer's market for starts, but they weren't there two weeks ago, so OilMan was determined to go this morning even though Owen and Tim and I were happily reading Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat and the New York Times respectively and drinking our coffee or hot chocolate.
OilMan has a way of nagging ('tempus fugit', let's go', 
'I'm backing the car out') until we all give up and get in the car. OilMan is single minded when he is on a mission and I was glad to have Tim and Owen's company as we walked at a more normal pace a block or two behind him. Good thing the tomato guy was there and OilMan was delighted with his big healthy looking tomato plants. Tomato plants have some really random names...we have had tomatoes in the past called 'Cosmonaut Volkov' , 'Mr Stripey,' Paul Robeson' and 'Tigerella'. 

All was accomplished, including a bag of baby greens with edible flowers in short order so we stopped by the Michoacan ice cream store (Fruta) on the way home. This is not your 31 flavors. in addition to fresh fruit sorbets, paletas (fruit popsicles), espresso, strawberry and chocolate, they have flavors like, elote, queso (cheese) Mangonada (a puree of mangos a sour 'salsa' of chamoy, lemon juice, salt and pepper that is addictive). OilMan went back twice for more salted caramel ice cream, saying that if he bought some to take home he'd eat the entire thing in one sitting.

Watched the Warriors (basketball) lose to San Antonio, then watched the A's (baseball) win with a spectacular grand slam home run.

It was a good day....now back to the New York Times. Owen took the homicidal psycho jungle cat home with him.

*This little girl was carefully checking out a grate in the pavement at the Barlow, clearly wondering if she would be able to walk on it. She was so irresistible, I had to take her picture and was rewarded with a delightful smile.