seemed funnier then

On Sunday, squeezed in between pie and conjuring a website out of Adobe Flash, I managed to make it to an event organized by FEASt (Food Education Action - St. John's). They're a local group dedicated to education of food issues and there's a bit of a partnership between them and the St. John's Farmers' Market (big surprise, eh?).

From my vantage point, which happened to be a large crash matt, which, conveniently also happened to be the largest and most comfortable object around for me to half-nap on, I saw a lot of familiar faces. There's a bit of a crossover between market people and FEASt people. Actually, I believe all of them were regulars of the market. 

Anyway, one of these happened to be the son of the Waffle Lady, Simon, who also happens to frequent my booth and brought up this small but cute exchange.

Simon: Devon, can I have some egg nog?

Me (looking up at him from the crash matt): I'm not selling any egg nog.

Simon: What are you selling then?

It seemed funnier at the time.

that time of year

November is a bit of a funny month, isn't it? The whole thing feels like one long gossip-fest, with everyone talking about one thing: Christmas and how it is far too early.

We all know the conversations, invariably going on the same sort of theme:

Scrooge: My neighbor has their tree up already! Bah!

Grinch: Oh yeah? My neighbor's tree is three sizes larger and been up since the first!

Some Guy: Like, this guy I know, he tells me that he knows a friend that knows of a guy that didn't even take it down from last year, eh?

And usually it quickly deteriorates into the familiar discussion about malls parading Santa Claus around on a stick since August.

But today is the first of December.

No longer can we complain about it being too early, it is, by popular vote, officially Christmas season.

Yay! Bring on the brandy-filled chocolates, rum and eggnog and cookies!