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3 days and counting
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Amorphous plans. The day off this week usurped to business requirements, predictable, somehow, and so what should be 2 days off and counting (today a day off) is now 3 days and counting. Only 3 days.
There's much to do, and time runs out. The restaurant, always insanely busy, late departures (11:00, 11:30 PM), trip to the thrift shop this morning, picked up a sleeping bag, booked appointment with dentist, called landlord and advised of my notice (message left on machine, hate that), there's the organization of 1000 things that need doing before I can finally leave...
And the computer's acting up, scanned for viruses, issues persist. It's Telus, their modem, their security suite, but it's bigger than that. Windows Live Messenger crashes on boot up, and while I never use it it annoys me that it's not working. And I'm unable to burn discs, the PC goes through the motions, but when attempting to play the disc I find it's blank. No errors, just that the disc hasn't been burned. The desktop icons are rearranged every time I log in, I used to sort them, there was order of sort but it's undone now with every hibernation or reboot. Trivial things that annoy you and consume your time.
Time passes.
Ansel Adams Negatives
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From CNN, man goes garage saling, spends $45.00, makes $200, 000, 000. Not a bad return. Read more here.
Treasure of Lima
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This is one that you see cropping up every couple of years in the media (always false reports, the treasure has yet to be found):
The Laundromat
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It's a heavy sack of laundry, but I haven't done it for a month and it's not that heavy, considering...
Another beautiful day, walking across Crowfoot with the sack over my shoulder like a common tramp or hobo, the resemblance doesn't end there....
Crowfoot trail, sticky fresh tar and asphalt, the visible proof of that late night music I've been hearing these last few days, just past Amato Gelato and there's the laundromat.
It's clean, cool, bright and fresh inside, and the cost of doing laundry is surprisingly inexpensive. I put in my washing and wait, I've brought a new book: "The Hours" by Michael Cunningham, contemporary literature, while my preference is for the classics I should keep track of, know what the current themes in literature are. And it's a short read, large print, spacious lines, and I've done 70 pages by the time the laundry's finished. I like this laundromat, there are no distractions, simply sit and read, the sun through the window, it's cool inside, there's violin music playing through the stereo and it's improved, somehow, by the background accompaniment of washers and tumble driers. I'm sad to leave, I'll have to come here again.
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