Every time I’m in there, I want to buy something, anything. I want uneven, hand-made chopsticks, and wine glass identifiers. Transparent coasters that form designs when stacked. Milk frothers. Sushi rolling mats. Designer vegetable brushes. Hand-crafted Italian martini glasses. Retro wind-up desk toys.
Slave to the Ikea nesting instinct.
Nothing says summer like a juicy, tender, melt-in-your-mouth steak. And to have a friend cook it for you?
Well that’s even better.
It turns out I have a garden.
I moved in when there was still snow on the ground, and I only knew that there was a little patch of soil in my backyard from the few dead stems sticking out of the snow canopy. Eventually the snow melted, then spring came and passed, but the soil remained barren and dry. Summer started, and Trolley noticed some sprouting when he would go to smoke outside. He pulled some dead growth and weeds but did nothing more, not even a watering. The garden just started to bloom by itself.
I have no idea what kind of plants they are, but they seem to be doing well.
I got to work early this morning, around 7:30 or so. It was an effort to make up for yesterday, in which I called in sick. By 8:30, my boss had asked me to go to his cottage and help him with his new pontoon, and we left by nine.
After picking the boat up from the dealership, I was charged with the task of driving his car from one of the boat docks of the lake to his cottage. We spent the whole day there, and I managed to get in a few photos. I like the shot of the upholstery the most: the colours are perfect, and have those luxurious, matching cream colours that are so characteristic of aqua vehicles. Even the motor is pretty sweet (4‑stroke electronic fuel injection) and only requires the turn of a key to start.
I’m exhausted now, but it was definitely nice to be out of the office and on a lake, on a Thursday no less.
Took care of Chaos over the weekend. Karen’s off in Toronto for a month, and Aaron went to visit Greg (who joined the reserves). Chaos is getting a lot bigger, and even though he’s not quite an adult yet, he’s getting more and more difficult to lift.
I’ve been thinking about a second cat, ever since Shirley suspected that her cats were giving her children allergies. We were playing around with the idea of me adopting one of them (the younger male), and she already told her kids that one of the cats may be going. Unfortunately, she found a bald spot on him, and needs to get him checked out first. If the vet visit goes alright, then we may do a one-month trial, to make sure that he gets along with both Dolly and Nala. I’m still not sure if I’m up for the commitment though. Dolly is enough of a handful already, and I seem to be getting busier every day.