It was Saturday morning, the day before Mothers Day. My parents had a busy schedule. So, I had to drop by at their place early in the morning.

It was a pleasant driving. 

I tried to put a little Costco twist in this video. 🙂

Driving to Mother’s House – Saturday Morning

My mother put all flowers in the vase. The next day she found time to cut them and arrange (she said).

I am going through another lazy spell.
Not much is going on with my life right now.

Like I always say, boring is good. To me, boring is the ultimate happiness. Nobody around me is sick or dead. I visit my parents and they are always happy. I go to work every day and have fun. There is no “News”. I didn’t win a lottery. But I didn’t lose a job. Boring is good. 

I’ve been feeling tired and lazy lately. So I took things slow. I went to Costco today at my lunchtime, but I bought nothing special.

I am planning for a perfect weekend.

This weekend, I will be totally home alone. I don’t even have a date. I am very excited about this weekend alone.

I will fix a good meal, practice guitar, work on the computer, visit my parents, watch movies, watch NBA finals, eat out, go to the farmers market, go to Costco, work on my websites, drink good coffee and tea, wake up early to enjoy morning…

I plan to dedicate 1 day to listen to Christmas music a lot.

I hope to start my weekend on Friday at 4 pm by visiting my parents for dinner. I used to take my parents out to lunch and dinner and give them some cash too. Now, my parents treat me, and they give me cash. They have more money now.

I go to the local farmers’ market every Saturday morning. I buy fruits, vegetables, bread, and lemon. I like to put a slice of lemon in my drinking water.

I wake up around 8 am and splash some water on my face before I head out to the market. I usually wear the same shirt that I wore on the bed.

I seldom see some phony people at my farmers’ market.

I see some people obviously made up for the occasion. They wear lounge-wear, but they look perfect. Their hair looks semi-messy, but the hair would maintain perfect shape and volume. It’s all made up.

And they ALWAYS carry coffee mugs.

We don’t bring a shopping cart to the farmers’ market. We carry stuff in our hands (baskets). We need three hands. Why bring a coffee mug to the farmer’s market? I guess they enjoy looking hip and earthy at the farmers’ market. But, to true farmers’ market shoppers like me, they are pretentious and annoying.

Update 2021 – I want to delete this blog post.