By Bill Moeller / For the Chronicle
By the time you read this it’s probably around Thursday August 4th, but I wrote it on Saturday morning July 29th.
At the time, I wondered if some old geezer should even consider attending the usual Saturday noon session dedicated to holding a Veterans for Peace sign outside the Centralia Library – in an even hotter of 90 degrees.
So I turned my attention to what I wanted to write about – the recent return of the Centralia Farmers Market to its original location on Pine Street.
I have often wondered why such a perfect place was abandoned but as I mentioned before I assumed that too many vendors were trying to cram into a limited space and the only solution at the time seemed be looking for a bigger location. Only issue was that other places just weren’t as easily accessible as Pine Street.
This is something the Chehalis Farmers Market solved earlier by shutting down an entire downtown block one day a week. I went a week ago and was impressed, as always, with the ease of access to vendors.
In a previous column, I hinted that the original Centralia Market could gain more space if the parking lot next to it could be turned over to vendors for a few hours, once a week. My surprise when I visited the “new” Centralia Market yesterday (as I write this) and found that is exactly what the city has done!
It seemed like such a simple solution when I mentioned it and I hope the extra space will become and remain a part of the market for many years to come.
In other news (well, that’s hardly news if that’s expected), if you’re interested in whether I managed to exist for an entire week without hurting myself, the answer is “of course Nope”.
This time I was laying down my heavy 100 foot long garden hose for an evening of watering when the weight of it made me – yeah, again – lose my balance and fall backwards in a flower bed, pulling something or other loose in my right shoulder.
It’s strange that I was able to start and finish all of the watering that night with no problem, but woke up the next morning needing to search for the scarf I had recently put away after a similar incident. .
I think I might be safe from more similar incidents, at least unless a snowfall in December is already predicted for me to slip on ice and feel something crack in my left or right arm. You can be sure I’ll let you know when that happens, when I regain my punching ability.
Meanwhile, the tree and other shrubs along my back fence are keeping me as comfortable as expected during our recent heat wave.
The shade they provide actually seems to lower the temperature by several degrees (though truth be told, I later found out that the thermometer I placed there read the same as the one on my porch).
Perhaps the whole matter of temperature was my imagination, creating a welcoming environment to help temper my thoughts and language as I tried to remove the ivy and blackberry shoots that were also trying to take hold in the ground on my side of the fence?
Maybe I was just suffering from the after effects of another fall.
Oh, well, life is interesting, isn’t it? Stay calm.
Bill Moeller is a former artist, mayor, bookstore owner, city council member, paratrooper, and pilot living in Centralia. He can be contacted at [email protected]