Saturday, August 27, 2005

Who was it? chickens, sedentariness

It worries me that the friendly man who greeted me when we were sitting outide The Compasses seemed to know me well, while I couldn't place him at all. Did he mistake me for somebody else? Or am I losing my memory for faces? His pleasant smile comes back to me, but no name and no recollection of a previous encounter.

A big, plump chicken at today's Farmers Market. It was fed on cereals and vegetable products and spent its life in the open air. It will be roasted for our Sunday lunch.

A few quiet days have made me reflect, with the great William Cobbet, that: "It is a great error to suppose that people are rendered stupid by always remaining in the same place".

3 comments:

nodnoly said...

It mades me feel so bad when I can't remember to how s face belongs...

But at the same time it mades you feel so warm to meet somebody you have not seen in a lot of time and he/she can still remember not only you but also your name :)

Clare said...

Is this the same chicken that made a mess of the oven? Hope it was worth all the scrubbing!

Plutarch said...

Yes, and even Heidi thought it was worth while.