Allan's journal to the world. (Sounds important, doesn't it?)
I’m back doing desk work again, adding receipts to Microsoft Money. It’s been raining off and on for a few days, so I’m not working outside in the mud.
Besides that, my right wrist is sore (beginnings of carpal tunnel syndrome), so I’m taking it easy with the physical work. I wear a wrist brace most days.
No morning is complete without my cup of joe.
I ordered a siding cutter from Amazon a couple of days ago for less than $200.
But that’s not what this entry is about.
Made in China. How come they didn’t get somebody to check their English before making 600,000 boxes?
The National Plagiarist Society members would be proud.
Another birthday has come and gone. And I’m still here. I wish I could say the same about many people I have known.
“What did you do on your birthday?” Hmm. I drove to High River, AB, to pick up Floyd, did laundry, tutored, and watched Hill Street Blues reruns.
So this is the environmentalist speaking. Could we return to a wet world like this?
By mistake, I bought some Crisco shortening a while back that is yellow! I opened it up a few days ago to find it looked like butter. I’ve never seen yellow shortening before. I tasted it. Definitely not butter!
My sister, a while back, commented that cheddar over here is orange but shouldn’t be. Why do we put food colouring in everything? Can’t we simply enjoy the taste of natural stuff? Now Floyd’s muffins are extremely orangy-brown.
I also have white cheddar. Over here, they call it white cheddar, not just cheddar.
Today’s breakfast:
Coffee, cheese bagel, yogourt with blueberries.
Something weird – I’ve always spelled yo… that food… yoghurt. But, apparently, that’s not how Canadians generally. The Americans, as per their tradition, take out a couple of letters (yogurt), and the Brits add an extra u. I was just going to post a picture of my breakfast and got into a discussion with Floyd about its spelling. I think my yoghurt is cold now.
There’s an app called Flash Foods that offers discount about-to-be-expired foods. I picked up some meat from them and threw it on the barbecue. Mine is not gas but, rather, wood. And coal.
Headache day. Not a big one, but one nonetheless. I’m at Henderson Park catching up on tutoring work. I have four classes to add and homework to create for all.
I went to Starbucks on 5 Ave. N. The air conditioning was too strong, the clanking and banging from staff was incessant, flies were landing on me, and the coffee had too much cream. Did I mention I had a headache? Was all that discomfort created from my headache or vice versa?
Part of the reason for buying this was to use up all the dry food stores we have from Rene. Cooking all these lentils and beans and peas … well, it never really works out well. Either they’re much or pellets when I’m done with them.
A&C told me about their pressure cooker and all the good food it can create. I looked online and found a Starfrit on sale. A&C and I walked (videophone) for a while, while I was at Walmart, about which one to get. In the end, I got a Hamilton Beach.
Aizlynn and Caleb bought a new pressure cooker. We were talking about what one can cook in it. I brought up the Rene food (a rather large selection of leftover food when he finished his tenancy) and the fact that I haven’t the foggiest idea what to do with much of it. Here is an accounting of all the dried foods and their quantities in our collection.
The Pile
