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but whatever
keeps me rememberin'
keeps it green
2002-09-09 - 5:00 p.m.
Sunday, September 8, 2002
21:30
I'm headed home on the subway after a long talk with "Montreal John" while we waited for Ed to get done his OCD behaviour, Hah! ;-)
We shared phone numbers which should facilitate furniture-hunting cooperation. My son should be getting the car sometime. Obviously, he didn't do it this weekend. But part of the problem is communications, in that my phone batteries are going flat at a rapid rate. I'm not sure if it's the batteries or the charger that is going bad. But I don't think both batteries would go sour at once, so it points toward the charger. John says they are cheap. He also got a special, "long-life" phone battery that lasts more than twice as long as the regular issue.
Earlier today, I checked the tomatoes and found that three were "weeping" from their bruises, so I put them out of their misery. Made a big pot of spaghetti. Then saute'd a couple of sliced onions, chopped in the tomatoes, threw in the rest of the basil, a couple tablespoons of traditional soy sauce and the better half of a teaspoon of black pepper. I ate a quarter of the resulting "noodle stew." After the pot had cooled, the contents went into a large freezer bag to tuck into the fridge. I'll guess it made 2 quarts with the added noodles; they were big tomatoes. I may have gone a little light on the soy sauce; it could take a little more.
22:45
Jim called right after I got home. He plans to come in with the car, bearing furniture, tomorrow forenoon. My phone kept cutting out, so we decided to do our real conversing when he gets here.
To Do: Order "name cards" (not "business cards," but the old-fashioned kind of calling card), and talk (?) to the phone store guys about my charger and a long-life battery. I may ask Jim to help me explain my problem with keeping the phone charged up.
Saturday, I turned my bed pad and found mould (yuck!) on the bottom side. Off came the cloth cover and into the washer with a cuppa bleach. The cool left-brain recognised three colours of mould: black, yellow and blue. However, the housewife habit-structure remained dominant. From here on out, the bed pad comes up every day, gets propped on edge in the corner and the fan is set to blow on the bottom. Mul Moknoon Hama will sit right there to slurp up any moisture.
Good Night and thanks for reading.
Happy Trails!
~ Sil in Corea
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