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Ahh…just took a coke out of the freezer. It was warm when I bought it at the store. Twenty minutes later, it’s still too warm for me. Wish I had some ice cubes. Earlier - maybe it was last night - I swore off caffeinated sugar beverages that weren’t chocolate, but I seem to have changed my mind. Not in the mood to deny myself anything today. In other words: Whatever it takes to make me get the stuff done I need to do.
Just outside the gates of the apartment complex, a harmless group of would-be punks screamed "potato!" at my back after I walked by them. That was a first. It was relevant since there was an older boy selling baked sweet potatoes that were baking in an old metal barrel filled with coals and a tin foil smoke stack twisting upward from its side. The whole contraption was on wheels. You can buy such potatoes throughout the city from similar carts, and they’re really quite good. It never occurred to me to bake a sweet potato, peel the skin, and just eat the inside - kind of like eating a banana.
Around 9:30 this morning an LG repairman showed up to take a look at our dryer-on-the-fritz. Really nice man, a little thin and short with the front his hair propped up in a nice even wave, the crest of which was colored orange. I guess the cliché is hackneyed because it happens often enough: Turns out the dryer behaved itself the entire time the repairman was here. Figures. We felt stupid. The last few weeks, the dryer hardly worked long enough to dry anything. I turn it on and it stops, eventually beeping at me with all of its LED lights flashing. Last week, it stopped working altogether. Had to actually use the line to dry everything! Oh the horror. Last night, I cleaned the whole dryer, freeing it from all evidence of excess lint, lest the repairman accuse me of poor maintenance. Looks like he would’ve been right. Still, he was very nice and patient with us and our poor communication skills. I wished there were chocolate chip cookies left to offer him.
We are decidedly undecided about what to do for New Year’s Eve. We don’t know anyone having a party. Going somewhere - anywhere - seems appealing, but catching a cab after midnight would be a total nightmare (no public transport after 12pm). Looks like we might just stay home. Or, we might go somewhere earlier, but be at home for the crucial minutes. There will be no Dick Clark thing on TV to entertain us even. What a drag.
Can’t wait to put up the new calendars.
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