An OK Day at the Market and an Anniversary for Grady

I sold five containers of frozen dessert in the first 10 minutes of the market on Sunday. It could only go downhill from there, and it did. There were times when we vendors were just hanging out, without a customer in sight.

The lulls did give me a chance to catch up with the coffee guy and chat with the cheese gal. And a new vendor took the opportunity to share some unsolicited but mostly welcome 😜 advice on how I should present my products at the market.

I also talked with market manager Robert about Florida, my pretty long history in Delaware Township and Stockton, and his new home.

I was in a new spot on Sunday, the first one on the left when you enter the wagon house, opposite Apple Ridge Farm. I liked it.

Before I left for the market, I posted this photo of Grady ...

... to my personal Facebook page with the following intro:

I'm heading over to the Hunterdon Land Trust Farmers' Market in a minute. Grady, aka the Mighty Big Hound, woke up from his nap to wish me well. And that was a big deal because Sunday is his lazy morning. I know what you're probably thinking: "You're not fooling me, Hawley. Bassets are known for being constantly sleepy. Every morning is a lazy morning for Grady." But you'd be wrong. Monday is a lazy morning for Grady. And so are Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. But on Thursday morning, he gets up early to drive to Lambertville for his weekly Pilates class.

😂

Today is the third anniversary of our adoption of that crazy old bastard. He's fun to snuggle with and handsome as all get-out, but sometimes—like when he wakes us up at 3 in the morning or has a bout of "selective hearing"—it feels like he's been in our lives for at least 18 years. 😆