I went to the “Taste Of The Danforth” on Friday. It was my first time at the crowded street party/dinner. I enjoyed it, and will definitely go again.
The best part was trying a new taste: Loukoumathes. They are Greek donuts, small and sweet balls of sugar and grease. Yummy, but very sweet. I suspect they were invented by somebody who tried a Krispy Kreme donut and thought to himself, “Hmm … needs more sugar.”
Saturday I house-sat Linda and Audra's brand spankin' new pad to await the arrival of a representative of The World's Worst Painting Co so he could do a poor job slowly. Nice.
Surprisingly, I was very productive sitting on their couch and writing while I waited for Mr. Crappypainter. I wrote two count 'em two poems that morning. I guess the change of venue was inspiring. Normally I'm lucky to pound out a single stanza that I'm happy with after a few hours of writing, so to write two poems that need (I think) only a bit of polish was a joy.
Along with my now overdue Quests section to this site, I'm rearranging this site to add a Writing section where I can post things like poems, stories, and scripts. Provided I get some free time tomorrow or Tuesday the new sections should be up very shortly. (Yeah yeah, you've heard it before.)
Later I helped Linda assemble her very first chest of drawers, courtesy of Ikea. I'm one of those people who quite likes assembling Ikea furniture. It's like playing with Lego, only bigger. I was surprised that there was no allen key required: this was a hammer and screwdriver task.
At one point I was trying to fit a rail incorrectly, and while I could screw it together it didn't have the just-right fit I expected. A catch-phrase came out of the task, describing something that's not up to the exacting standards of engineering one might expect: “That shit's not Swedish.” Use it, love it, pass it on.
I thought I was getting a blister by the end of the assembly, a sign that I'm a lazy member of the bourgeoisie who oils his capitalist machinery with the blood of the worker. But no blister appeared, so maybe I can avoid Madame Guillotine after all.
