Farmer's Market
I want to go to the Farmer's Market, but I'm kind of scared. There are tons (hundreds, no thousands) of people there converging in 4 crowded blocks.
and I'm not good in crowds. I'm slower than most. and I'm trepidacious.
(whoohoo - stumped the spell check with that $30 dollar word)
It's a word that speaks volumes, it comes from the word "trepidation" - meaning trembling movement, fearful uncertainty.
It kind of describes me in a crowd. I don't need a wheelchair, walker, or cane, but give me plenty of room and don't bump me or I'm going down and I know it.
I've wiped out display's at Sam's club, landed on my rear walking down stairs, fallen (without any grace at all) in front of a frat house (we live in a college town) I'm sure my 44 year old butt was a topic of conversation for days ...therefore, I don't wear skirts anymore.
Come to think of it, I can get mushrooms and zucchini at the grocery store, and there really isn't a whole lot growing yet in Wisconsin. It's only spring even if it's 90 out. I think I'll just stay home and hit the grocery later.
........ trepidation beats motivation every time.
~V
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