A half bushel of Honey Crisp and a half bushel of Fortunes, purchased here, where the lovely woman at the counter tried to combine the quantities and only charge me $20, but I insisted on paying the full $27, as marked.
Such a bargain! Honey Crisps go for $3.99 a pound around here and now I have over 40 pounds of gorgeous fruit. Gary was scandalized - it shows that he has not done any grocery shopping in years.
The purchase was made on our way back from Griffin's college tour. This tour was quite successful, and if his first choice school is down the road from a decent farm market, I'm thrilled. I'm also thrilled that he felt a connection to the place - it's a school very near the best part of my childhood and a school that my father attended* back in the 50's. Plus it does meet my 3 hour drive limit, with a decent outlet mall** on the way.
Anyways, graduation is now less than 7 months away, time to make plans.
In other news, my hip is on the mend and I had round two of the knee shots this morning. I also saw the doc yesterday and started PT. The pain is manageable, although the bone spurs appear to be worse than a year ago. My knees are on borrowed time, but I'm going to stick it out.
Also yesterday was my last Back to School night. I managed to avoid that horrible woman who made the liturgy committee so problematic and I had many apologies from the powers that be about the whole mess. I did enjoy seeing a few of Griff's teachers and meeting the new guy in Guidance, but I was a little freaked out by the fashion choices of the majority of the crowd.
I'm still knitting as much as I can. The red sweater is starting to look like it might be okay:
I need to find a longer needle and decide what size I am knitting - sweaters where so much easier when I could just knit the largest size and hope for the best - now I'm between the 34" and the 37.25" and struggling with the whole issue of ease***. I'm going to eat another apple and ponder.
* He attended for two years, right after his Army service during the Korean War, but transferred to Buffalo after his brother Herbie moved to Niagara Falls. In Buffalo, he met my mother, decided that teaching was not his thing and left school to marry mom.
** They have a Merrell Outlet.
*** The next sweater in the queue is sized 32/34 or 36/38 and is supposed to be worn with negative ease - something 32" is too small and 38" is too big and I know I'm over thinking this.