good mood

Yesterday there was some kind of domestic disturbance, and we heard a window get smashed. This morning going downstairs we saw blood drips. A neighbor had glass shards in a milk crate, and there was a trail of blood drips the length of the staircase and some at the bottom on the stairs on the ground. Sometimes I really hate living here. There is another staircase we could use, but that one is right by the crazy lady's door, so I avoid it almost always.

Today we went to the big farmers market downtown. It was packed. We got some organic bell peppers, some avocados, a cucumber, and a basket of organic cherry plums. I had never heard of cherry plums before, but a basket was only one dollar. I haven't tried them yet.

Then we went to the bird refuge near Davis. We looked at views and drove around. There were beautiful small sunflowers. I read, and Erik wrote haiku. We felt happy.

Then we went to the Davis co-op. I love it there. We looked around for a long time. Erik compared the Davis co-op to other places we love like Elephant Pharmacy in Berkeley and Staff of Life in Santa Cruz. We got high-gluten flour for making more seitan. We got a small bottle of hand sanitizer to live in the car's glove box, for after using port-a-potties. We got a pretty washcloth. We got a food that had been missing from our diet for years: cheezy poofs. They're kind of like eating cheese air. But good.