Filed under: day to day
Yesterday on my way back from the market, an old curmudgeon stopped me and inquired as to why I was riding my effing bike on the sidewalk. “Hey! Calm down there guy!” was my instinctive response, and a statement that served to only rile him up. He grouched out a bit more and I rode away with a gigantic smile on my face, my mind preoccupied with the amazing heirloom tomatoes I had just purchased. But this incident reminded me of the time I was feeding ducks with my Dad and my Sister when I was around 10 years old. The story goes that I decided that it would be a good idea to catch and pick up a duck. I caught one, it released its bowels all over my shirt and some cranky dude started yelling about how I shouldn’t bother the ducks. My Dad to cranky stranger; “why don’t you go play a game of golf?”. It’s kind of been an inside joke between my sister and I ever since.
Anyways, been really busy this weekend. I managed to go to class and work two jobs on Friday. A friend of mine is a head chef at a swanky martini bar and he’s given me some dishwashing shifts. It’s really fun to be there as it’s not unlike 10 years ago when we both worked together at a pizza joint. We still spend the evenings shooting the breeze, remarking on funny customer behaviours and listening to tunes but now we actually get paid, he’s the boss and there’s a large selection of wobbly pops. Good times. Being that I don’t really have anything invested in the place there’s no accompanying stress, I do my thing and am able to steer clear of staff politics. I’m also picking up shifts at my favorite veg cafe who pay me out in cash and food. If I work it well enough between the two places, I’m able to eat two free meals a day which gives me a few more bucks for Ghana.
Lastly, I bumped into my landlord yesterday while looking for some tools to fix my bathtub. He invited me to have a look in the garage for what I needed and in the corner I found a couple crates of vinyl. He told me that they were from a tenant who has long since moved away and that I could help myself to whatever I wanted. I wasted no time removing the records from the dank shed and could barely wait to get them on my floor to have a look-see. Picture me as Ralphie in that decoder ring scene from a Christmas Story. Check out what I scored!
(Weird, that photo seems to be backwards)
Anyways, out of 150 records, about 40 were keepers and while there were no Velvet Underground acetates, you can’t complain when acquiring a free Police discography or Public Image Ltd on vinyl.
