Market Rage and other nonsense.

I can't remember who I was talking to or why we were talking about it but recently there was an article printed somewhere about the do's and don'ts of the Dane County Farmer's Market (DCFM). The only don't I can remember from this conversation was not to go against traffic which is an absolute must. But, I'm hoping something on the list resembled the situation me and my family encountered this past weekend.

So, this past week we were on the square, later than normal(10am), and the foot traffic got tremendously crowded. I remembered this conversation and wanted to make an addendum to the article that provided suitable and immediate punishment to the violators of these don'ts. The main cause of my market rage was two specific incidents where a group of people, presumably long lost relatives from another space and time, found each other and couldn't help but clog up the entire sidewalk while a perfectly good track of grass and shade was available mere feet from their current location. I asked Tricia if I could fit the stroller with a ram and provide a much needed path through the dam of humanity. With the hope that the people would fly apart like pins off of a bowling ball. She responded by laughing. I responded by being cranky and finding the quickest way out of the crowd and into the parking ramp. In my defense if this had happened during one of the first two legs of the square I would have been fine but this happened towards the end of the third leg and by that time my patience is usually shot.

Has anybody seen the guy that walks around the square chanting about every country(he actually sings the same chant and puts the name of the country in the chant. It's even alphabetical so you can test your knowledge of the country's of the world) in the world and wishing them peace and harmony? I'm just wondering because if I would have had to listen to that along with the reunion meetings, someone would have been injured. Nothing bad really but the backs of their legs would've had tire marks.

The other nonsense I was referring to in the title is about pressure associated with nursing and lack of a proper rotation. Zachary had fallen asleep while nursing on the second side and Tricia was coaxing him to nurse so the tension/pressure would be relieved. So, I asked what it felt like. She responded by describing the feeling like your stomach feels after you eat a very filling meal. Thinking I'm smart and having to always put things in my own words, to show comprehension, I offered it's like the difference between the way a normal butt cheek feels in comparison to one that has swollen from a bee bite. She responded with....no, not really. I still think my reference is pretty close.