Apparently I’m typing too much. Not yet half a month into this project, I have used up almost 60 percent of my monthly Blogger quota space.
Alas, I shall endeavor to bring more brevity to my brainwaves.
I’m at the laundromat: no quarters and four loads in debt, I decided the two functional machines in the basement are beyond bother. So here I sit, staring down a snowy Oak at rush, and noticing that I have 17 minutes before my drying is complete. I have already needed to fend off some crazy guy who was watching me load my delicates into the machine like he was waiting in a buffet line – whatever that means – and then asking questions about how the money made the spinning start… Regrettably, he wandered out on to the street and disappeared shortly afterwards.
I may have secured accommodation for Karin when she moves out here in May, or thereabouts: I took a course on Volunteer Management last fall and one of the people in the course was a girl who just happened to live a few blocks down the street from me. Apparently she is going to work on the northern tip of Vancouver Island this summer and needs to sublet her place. Coincidence? I think not.
Nine minutes left on load number one, and still no signs of boredom.
There is this big hole that they dug in an empty lot: I am looking at it right now, across Oak and beside the video store. They put all this effort into making this hole, blocking roads with big dump trucks for weeks on end: it seemed to be a major operation. Now it is sitting there – has been sitting there – for months slowly filling up with water. Maybe it’s just me, but this doesn’t make much sense. Chris thinks its a conspiracy, but I tend to disagree, hoping instead they build a nice condo that I can look into buying. Its not the nicest location, but familiar if nothing else.
The four minute marker just passed. I suppose that means I will need to have a look soon. The ultimate laundry quandary: is it dry yet? Sometimes – and I have fallen for this trick – the clothes feel dry as you are taking them out, but they aren’t really: they are “fundamentally” damp, and don’t let on until you get them home and it’s too late. I like my shorts well-done, thank you.