The Cheese Lady

Did chores this morning after languishing in bed. I got packed up and ready to head down to S & B's. Before I left I had to run up the street to try and get Mammy's jacket repaired. I stopped in the cheese shop afterwards and had a happy surge/smiley moment. I was waiting while the nice lady made my sandwich, and the front door was open. A cool foggy breeze blew in the door, and everything just seemed so wonderful...all cheese and chocolate smelling and very citified.

She comes from Lebanon.

Mr. Urbane and I are supposed to go to my first major league baseball game tomorrow. I'm excited. I just hope I don't pull my usual tricks and end up with a baseball in my noggin.