Got up early and went to the Coquina Crossing tag/yard/garage sale. For a relatively upscale gated community, there sure was a lot of crap. I think people are hanging onto stuff and giving away things that are just in the worst shape. I was kind of disgusted. I bought nothing even tho there was so much. The only thing I might have wanted, a piece of carpet for my art studio, was sold by the time I circled back to it. Lesson: hang onto what interests you even if you aren't sure you want it.
Dropped by a couple of other yard sales. Bought some lovely wrought iron decorative items that can be installed outside. Had a nice conversation with the woman hosting the sale. At another sale, I bought a blanket for Kitten (aka Calhoun) as he likes to suckle still on fleece material, and a possibly vintage "travel" washboard. At least that's what it said on the thing: fits into your luggage. The joints on the wood appeared to be quite old.
I was driving out by the Saint Johns River, on Route 13, and came upon Maggie's Herb Farm. Maggie retired several years ago, but Dora was there. I bought a curry plant for a friend, lemongrass, and an indigo plant, the last one she had. Also some worm castings fertilizer and fish fertilizer. Everything they have is organic, and they have almost everything. I resisted walking around because I would buy more. But what a lovely place. The photo is an inlet from the St. Johns. I love the deteriorating chair that was there.
I was starving so stopped on the way home at the 3rd Street Diner. Had never been there before, but was craving blueberry pancakes. When they arrived, I took one bite and knew I could not continue. The pancakes were dense and chewy and had an odd bitter cornmeal taste. I sent them back and got a small Greek salad, which was fine.
Tomorrow night, going to a regional theater performance with J. and R.