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Thursday, January 4th, 2024 05:53 pmVodka is a terrible thing. (So is gin FWIW.) Give me enough of it and all I want is to order in food, which is bad for the bank balance and antsy after dark, since my porch light isn't very bright and my number sign isn't easily visible. And if they deliver across the street, as they've been known to do, I can't see them doing it uniess I'm on the porch in the -3C weather. So I resist temptation. Still, it eases the aches. I can't be having with a dry January. As any Scandinavian knows, winter is when you need the cushion of alcohol. I'm quite happy to be teetotal in April or May, those bright allergy months.
Did get to the laundromat so have a clean fleecy with pockets again, and clean trousers. New owner, or new owner's man of business, is a friendly guy who was shepherding the repairman, so someone is on top of those broken machines. After the previous regime where they went unattended for months, this is very welcome.
Tuesday night I dreamed I was visiting Vice-Fearless Leader in New York, as I did in the oughties. Next day got her New Year's card with photos of her gigantic offspring. Well, son #2 isn't that big, being barely into his teens, but son #1 is a leggy teenager who might as well have had Dutch forebears by the size of him. My, what a NAmerican diet can accomplish.
Today, after rolling back to sleep from a spam phone call, was me visiting The Other Daycare, located in a repurposed church near Bloor and Avenue Rd. There was Randi and Stephen from the 80s, and other unidentified staff, and they wanted me to do a shift 'tomorrow', which was a Friday holiday. Alone, and when I asked if it was the Infants (of whom there were six) or Toddlers (of whom there were seven), they said Well um both? By myself. Which I informed them was totally illegal and no. Got on my bike and headed home but of course then found myself in a frustration dream where I couldn't get across Avenue Rd, so woke up instead.
Did get to the laundromat so have a clean fleecy with pockets again, and clean trousers. New owner, or new owner's man of business, is a friendly guy who was shepherding the repairman, so someone is on top of those broken machines. After the previous regime where they went unattended for months, this is very welcome.
Tuesday night I dreamed I was visiting Vice-Fearless Leader in New York, as I did in the oughties. Next day got her New Year's card with photos of her gigantic offspring. Well, son #2 isn't that big, being barely into his teens, but son #1 is a leggy teenager who might as well have had Dutch forebears by the size of him. My, what a NAmerican diet can accomplish.
Today, after rolling back to sleep from a spam phone call, was me visiting The Other Daycare, located in a repurposed church near Bloor and Avenue Rd. There was Randi and Stephen from the 80s, and other unidentified staff, and they wanted me to do a shift 'tomorrow', which was a Friday holiday. Alone, and when I asked if it was the Infants (of whom there were six) or Toddlers (of whom there were seven), they said Well um both? By myself. Which I informed them was totally illegal and no. Got on my bike and headed home but of course then found myself in a frustration dream where I couldn't get across Avenue Rd, so woke up instead.
