the times they are a-changing.

Welkomen. That's what my new computer said to me when I turned it on today. Welkomen. And then it greeted me in 27 other languages. I love this machine. I love computer. And no I'm not just saying that. I do love computer. I had one of those moments of clarity today at the market and I knew it was time to start blogging again. I was staring at the massive selection of bread loaves. Desperately not wanting to be food shopping, and particularly not wanting to be shopping for bread. We never eat a whole loaf of bread before green mold takes over and so I hate buying it knowing that maybe we will eat 2 slices each. But tonight there was a special request for bread so I tried. I was feeling a little annoyed at how many choices there were. Why on earth does this small market carry 6 varieties of cinnamon raisin bread? Then my eyes fell upon "womens bread. bread for women, with 27g. of soy." Really? I was really getting ansy when a girl saddled up next to me wearing boots, ill-fitting jeans and a tight grungy beige fleece. I did a double take and suddenly became very aware of my shorts, flip flops and tank top and realized that I might be trying a little too hard to hold onto summer.