It’s been a big month for my legs.
Two weekends ago, they propelled me up Mount Baker.
Mountain medley.
Youthful exuberance.
I got ID’d again, this time at the liquor store. I haven’t given up my teetotalling ways: I was buying beer for someone (of legal age–more on that later). I pity 18-year-olds who look as old as me. So, while that still didn’t flatter me, this did:
*struts*
Continue reading “Youthful exuberance.”Protected: The ambiguousness of “Good Faith”.
Wooed on Saltspring.
Seeking sunburn relief, Jordi asked me last night if I had any aloe vera lotion. I rummaged through my collection of potions in sample-sized packets. Among the niacinamides, ceramides, retinol, and moon-powered creams, I expected to find something for sunburn. Nothing.
We both went to bed, and I meta-dreamt that Jordi asked me for aloe vera lotion. I still couldn’t generate a bottle of lotion in my dream, but I had the plant.
Continue reading “Wooed on Saltspring.”Potatoes are the new lobster.
I spent $4.50 on three small potatoes. Not even the Yukon Gold variety: Russet potatoes! Last week, I begrudgingly spent $7 on yams. It’s getting expensive to eat poor people food.
Now that I’ve got my “Old Man Yells at Cloud” grievances out of the way, I can review my busy, busy month. For the past four weeks, the legs have been spinning and the hands wrenching. The gears in my brain had also been grinding. Until my rescheduled hearing with the Residential Tenancy Branch passed, anyway.
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