Well, that'll teach me.

[desperance]

The public library is closed on Presidents' Day. Who knew? Karen had to go to work, so it's not that much of a holiday.

Anyway: I went shopping instead. Orchard Supply has what they have decided to call kieffer limes, in hopes presumably of avoiding offensiveness without plunging into obscurity; temptation is easier to avoid, with K not here to pick one up in the car.

Then I checked the Bean Scene, and lo: the window table was free. Happy Chaz: this is better than the library any day. So here I am, with all the coffee and all the time, and all the work to do - and just t'other side of the window is a mother having lunch with her ten-year-old boy. Who cannot. sit. still. It's quite remarkable, and completely unsurprising, and quite the most distracting behaviour on the planet, when it's in the corner of my eye. So I'm not really working all that much, I'm mostly just sitting here being aware of him. And watching his mother peel grapes entirely without irony. I don't think I've ever seen that done before.

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[spaceoperadiva]

In my mother's family, everyone peeled every grape for fruit salad. She reports when they saw "I'm No Angel", and everyone roared with laughter over the "peel me a grape" line, the whole lot of them sat dumbfounded. This was their first hint that most people do not peel grapes, even for fruit salad. 40 some years after "I'm No Angel", my mother's family was still peeling grapes for fruit salad. I'm a weirdo who likes the taste of grape skin, so the family tradition died with me, alas.