Getting home

She bought a bag of grapes and a handful of bananas. Me, I was waiting behind her to pay for my three Jamaican meet patties, a bag of chips, and a jar of salsa.

After we had each paid, we met again outside the Hasty Market, where she was searching around for a lighter. I lit her cigarette and mine. She said thank you and then took off.

While walking back to my building, I caught up with her, keeping my distance from behind. Im a fairly quick walker. I turned the corner into an alleyway that leads to a side entrance to my building. She continued on.

When the elevator, I had called, arrived, a door opened behind me. She strolled in, and I let her through to the waiting elevator. She pressed 22. I pressed 14.

It wasn’t until I walked into my apartment that I could let off the fart that I’d been holding in.

Filling the Sink with Water

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Whenever I do the dishes, which is not altogether that often, I like to plug the one side of the sink. While I’m washing dishes, I let the water collect. Eventually, the water level gets high enough to spill over the little inset portion of the sink. Whenever that happens, I take a minute to enjoy the small waterfall.

Every time I do the dishes, I’m reminded of Sibbald Meadows Pond, in Kananaskis, where I learned how to fish. It’s a small catch basin pond that is stocked twice a year with rainbow trout. The water level of the pond is regulated by a short dam, feeding into Sibbald Creek.

My dad would take me there when I was a kid. When I got older, I started taking him there for days out.

I don’t go there very often anymore.

Whenever I do the dishes, though, I think about that waterfall.

I’ve grown a beard

As 2017 is starting to come to a close, I’m starting to think about the things that I’ve accomplished during the past year. The year started in a very unusual way, with me at home with my family. To say that the rest of the year was just as unusual wouldn’t be too much of a stretch.

This past year has been everything and nothing. I did everything I wanted to but I didn’t do enough of anything. Except, maybe, work. I’m ready for a holiday. Continue reading “I’ve grown a beard”

I left the baking sheet in the oven

I tried my hand at baking cassava fries tonight. I boiled the cassava on Sunday, hoping that I’d get to making them on Monday. I was going to fry the chips. The fries.

While cutting up the cassava into fries, I set the oven to preheat. I thought I had turned it to 425º. After I had tossed the fries in olive oil, salt, and paprika, I needed to put them on a baking sheet. So, I reached into the oven to get the baking sheet.

Luckily, I had inadvertently set the oven at 375º.