It does feel like we are cooling down. 106 today and tomorrow 104 but Thursday and Friday a high of only 99. Let me tell you, there is a BIG difference between 115 and 99. It will feel nice. It is smoky today so I was out early but came home due to the smoke – it bothers my chest and I start that coughing. I can handle the heat (never thought I would say that) but the smoke is hard.
This morning I went to the butcher store – remember when grocery markets had a butcher and they cut everything to order? Lately, the meat in the supermarket doesn\’t look so good plus, only God knows where it came from. So I have decided to start buying my meat at the local butcher downtown. A little more expensive but beautiful meat. I used to buy those little 1lb chubs of ground beef from Costco but they have discontinued them and substituted grass-fed ground beef, which I do not like the gamey taste. At least at the butcher, I have choices between organic, grass-fed, grass-fed that is followed by grain or all grain-fed. I had no idea what was out there. I signed up for their notices so I can be informed of their specials to save a bit more.
When I was a kid, we lived in San Francisco\’s Haight Ashbury. Just kitty-corner to our house was the N-Judah streetcar line. That would take us, either to Ocean Beach and Playland to the west of us, or downtown Market St where all the shops were. On our street, we had pretty much everything – A butcher, several little grocery stores, Alpha grocery, a few bars, a laundromat on every corner, dry cleaners, hardware store, a 5 and dime variety store. My mom never used the car – we either walked or we used public transportation. There were dress shops, a movie theater, several bakeries, realtors – a toy shop and a pet store. I loved living there.
Then we moved to the coast – we had a Sun Valley milkman, a Colonial bread man that sold fresh bread and pastries and we had an ice cream man.
They came every day except for the milkman had a route. And you\’d leave out a little cardboard flag if you needed anything and if you were not home he would leave it on the doorstep. There were several different milk delivery companies at that time – it was popular with the baby boom and all.
The milk came in bottles and tasted so good. Then they started putting them in wax cartons and I would gag – if there was wax in my milk. Mom always got the milk in bottles until they perfected the milk carton.
I\’d love to have milk delivery now and fresh bread delivery. We do on occasion, have an ice cream truck that comes around but he\’s not consistent.
Now we order online and have it delivered by Amazon, Fed Ex, or the USPS. It\’s not the same. I liked the personal touch – knowing your milkman by his first name. Then there was the Avon Lady who became a welcome friend at the door, and we had real paperboys. Sometimes the paperboys would come to deliver and it always embarrassed me. I don\’t know why now –
I do miss those days – I love quaint and simple and neighborhoods where everyone knows one another. It\’s more that way when you are young and have children – they all know each other from school or sports.
Oh well, times change.