8.20.2019

Jultember: my 'not pleased' face...


i intended to talk about the interesting character i met on Sunday, however my current level of exhaustion does not allow for such a thing, so i will save that for another day.  for now, i am going to eat an incredibly early supper consisting of a slice of the gluten-free strawberry shortcake  i got from the market.


it is neither fancy nor special, but this is one of the few gluten-free cakes (or breads) that does not leave me feeling like i need to drive back to the store to give everyone who was involved in making the thing my not-pleased face.

and speaking of situations that warrant the not-pleased face...

i had to cheat a bit to get yesterday's post up before midnight, so i ended up hitting the "publish" button before i was actually done with the thing, then i went back and did a healthy amount of "editing" (a.k.a., adding most of the stuff after the fact).

this was mainly because the power decided to go out on the whole street (and probably through a larger section of the neighborhood) as i was in the middle of typing. this is a thing that happens far too frequently around here, and the usual Canadian response is a non-bothered "oh well... it'll be back on eventually", which is more infuriating to this impatient New Yorker than the power outage itself could ever be. i am fairly certain i was making the face just then, standing there, doubly-frustrated by the darkness and the ever-positive Canadian commentary

we lit a couple of my homemade candles to prevent anyone from smashing their toe into furniture or walking into walls, both of which i seem to do every now and then... even when the lights are on.

then we spent some time out on the balcony, staring up at the stars, the number of which had multiplied in the relative darkness of the unlit streets. we had a clear view, and i found myself thinking of my (maternal) grandfather who used to sit with me out on the porch at night and point out all the sorts of interesting things in the sky.

then there was a strange, screech-like noise from what seemed like less than an arm's length away from where we were standing, and i did not stick around to figure out what it was coming from. this resulted in him being shoved sideways in my haste to get back inside.

it was bad enough that time a bat was flying around my living room, but the absolute last thing i wanted was to find myself tangling with one (or more) of them in near-total darkness.

so, in i came, and i served us both a bit of ice cream so that we could get a head-start in eating it should the contents of the freezer start melting in the power outage.

then the lights came back on, and life went on.

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