Scary rides.

Day 35:

Blueberries are the solidest food I can eat. I braved eating a chickpea curry stew the other night. While delicious, I imagine I looked like a cat eating in slo-mo as I chowed it down.

Knuckle tattoo idea: SOUP LIFE

I’ve become so skilled in pureeing hot food that I was able to repay a friend in soup for making a cake.

Three days before his birthday, I asked the roomie about his favourite cake. The clearly troubled middle-aged lad answered, “Carrot cake.”

I’ve never made carrot cake. I’ve never officially created a list of my top ten cakes, but it wouldn’t be there. I didn’t have eggs or the time to bake a cake unnoticed. Instead, I asked a few friends for recommendations on where to get a good carrot cake, hoping none of them would answer Costco as that’s far away, and I’m not a member.

Claire had my favourite answer, “I could bake you one.”

The others in the group chat had glowing endorsements for Claire’s baking skills. Even with the bartering of homemade soup, I felt the need to personalize the cake to transform it into a gift from me rather than from Claire. I used the garden as an excuse to hang out in the backyard while awaiting the stealth cake hand-off. The roomie was hanging right outside the door of our suite as Claire walked through. Happily, it passed under the roomie’s nose undetected.

I was unsure how to decorate it, much less how to decorate it secretly. I put the box containing the cake in a paper bag, stuck the bag behind my box of Bubly sparkling water, and went to bed. I didn’t think the cake decorating was going to happen.

That night, I dreamt up the perfect cake decoration that did not require using the kitchen.

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Achieve the stars.

While in Vancouver, I asked Kristen, “Who’s the hottest character in Lord of the Rings?”

“Hmm… good question!”

Is it, though? I can’t even take credit: Zoée initiated it. I answered young Bilbo, but I’d forgotten about Aragorn. I hope that doesn’t mean Jordi will insist on me sitting through his annual LOTR marathon. I like the movies. They’re excellent movies. They’re fucking long, though, and I won’t be ready to commit to 12 hours of watching a stressed-out Frodo chase a ring anytime soon.

Jordi and I are also watching The X-Files. It’s not a show I watched when it was airing. I was a bit too young and alien-phobic when the series started. So far, the episodes are a hit or a miss. The makeup artistry is aggressively bad, except for the 2nd episode of the 2nd season. The show’s budget went towards their top-notch stunt drivers. Were Mulder’s collection of neckties intentionally ugly? I don’t know, but the truth is out there.

My latest accomplishment in Breath of the Wild is slaying my first Lynel. I was rewarded with a sweet bow that fires three arrows at once and hooves. So that I can make glue? No, to trade with one of the moaning fairies who’ll upgrade an item of clothing.

This is my latest real-life accomplishment…

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Rather random missions.

When I got my current laptop, which does not have a CD drive, I transferred my archived blog posts (dating back to 2000) to Yann’s hard drive. At last, I have transferred those archives to my new hard drive, which arrived in the mail two days ago.

This credit card-sized thing holds 500 gb. I am blown away.

And my archived blog is only 43 mb. Eighteen years of my life amounts to 43 mb of data? What can I say? Back in the early 2000s that was a lot!

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New stressor unlocked.

At the moment, I am dealing with a tendinitis flare-up in my right shoulder. I have discovered that my bike mechanic skills are good enough to manage a one-armed tune up. Still, I had to call it quits after Tuesday morning’s first job, and headed home.

This ailment has been a part of my collection for over a decade. Since leaving retiring from office work, it makes an appearance only sporadically. I’ve also learned to manage it well with rest and drugs. I was all out of prescription anti-inflammatories and settled for ibuprofen.

On Wednesday evening, I waited until my roommate was done in the kitchen to make dinner because I didn’t want him to see the tricks I use to one-arm everyday tasks. Unfortunately, he walked in on me, seated on the floor, bracing the salad spinner with my feet.

He didn’t laugh, but you can!

Thursday was even less fun. I went to see a doctor for refills on my anti-inflammatory meds and left with that, plus two worksheets from the nurse. I have a two-week project that has me visit the blood pressure monitor at the back of the supermarket daily.

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