Lori Jaworski has refashioned her perogie dealership for pick-up: order by Tuesday, pick up Thursday, at the Charlottetown Farmers’ Market, between 5:00 p.m. and 6:00 p.m.

It was the warmest sunniest day today, so we donned our bicycles for our perogie run. It should have been a harder cycle, what with the winter kinks still in place, but it wasn’t: we glided up the Confederation Trail on a cloud of spring moxie.

We arrived much too early, but that afforded us a chance to have a 2 metre conversation with Market Bernie—talking, with other people, face to face, imagine!–and a chance to rest up for the coast home.

Once we’d retrieved our bag of potato, onion, cheese and our bag of potato, onion, sauerkraut, handed over the 5 twonies, and bid our farewell, we did, indeed, coast home. At least as far as Orlebar Park, where we detoured east for a trip to the credit union, and ran into a quintet of Atkinson-Batemans out for a walk, thus giving us another unexpected chance at a face to face commiseration.

The mood on the roads was decidedly more frenetic than it has been of late: there were too many cars on the roads with too much pent up energy (want to drive a car crazy with rage? ride two-abreast down Upper Prince Street with a “the cars will understand that we’re doing God’s work” halo over your head).

The reward for our travails was half a dozen POS perogies and some leek kimchi for supper.