Tinned cake as an impulsive purchase
If you live in Canada, you have to accept temperature range. +30C to -30C accounts for our view of the world; either we’re sweating or shivering. Both at once is a sign of a fever, and that has nothing to do with national identity. Go ahead, ask your physician. Today, things are running cold. How cold? When I filled the green bin with the content destined for the blue bin, it was because I couldn’t see the difference. Eyes frozen shut, etc. And it was too cold to rectify the situation. Tomorrow, the city burns a bit more paper than usual.
I had great plans to make a soup, but the vegetable count was low. My potatoes will have to hold overnight. Tomorrow, we feast! There’s also a tinned fruitcake, added as an impulse purchase while queued up at the only operating cash in the whole supermarket. The laws on who can work when and where in the grocery industry require some serious updating.
I’m working my way through the collected works of Kathy Reich. Finished volume seven this afternoon. I’m starting to know her family, her friends, her co-workers, her dietary preferences. TMI. Too much information. Let’s keep telling tales, and forget the layout of the various homes above and below the border.
Another impulse purchase (I’ve been told). I think it’s more self-protection against the upcoming sales tax increase. Anyhow, Team Spudman now has a new camera body. Two complete outfits for two photographers. Dueling images. It’s been five years since the last purchase… we were due, and the wrestling for the shutter was awkward in public moments. This makes better sense.
