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Trying out new recipes to impress the children with.
For example, my classic clam chowder, now even better that I've discovered a better bacon - costs more, get less, but what a difference it makes...the daughter will love this!!!!!
Only she isn't around this week. But I need to try out a few new recipes, and I've noticed the Shank Steak at Kootenay Co-op at reasonable (>$10) prices, and I set my heart on making an Oso Buco.
It works out, after a fashion, the sauce - beef stock, tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, onion, garlic, basil, rosemary, thyme - is delicious. Five Star. I'm pleased. The steak, however, turns out a little tough and stringy, not the fall-off-of-the-bone-melt-in-your-mouth kinda steak that I hoped for. I need to figure this out so next week I'll try again.
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Other news, J***** - the other server, the only other server, is sick. She apparently hit a deer with her car and took the week off to recover. This would be a bad thing, only she does this every week. The week before she had a sad horse and couldn't come in to work. The week before that her dog got lost and then showed up a day later sick and she had to take off a day off. The week before that she had to take her mother to the hospital...
She schedules herself for 5 shifts and is lucky to work 3 and while I like her well enough, like working with her, it's starting to become like I'm liking an imaginary character in a book that doesn't exist, that I've never met, like loving Jesus for all the imagined benefits an imaginary saviour confers, or loving a Santa Clause that has never once brought you a single gift...
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At work, they're starting to get the hints. J***** doesn't want to work, certainly not as much as she's been working. I'm on her page, only I need a vehicle. And I'd go about it a bit differently. These last minute emergencies, as predictable as the sun rising, well, they're getting a little bit much.
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We tried out a new server, 2 shifts, lunches, never met her, she's already gone. Yesterday, my double, I trained two. Both younger, pleasant, not incompetent. I'm hopeful.
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Monday, 36 degrees. Too fucking hot. To do anything, and there's much to be done. Sit in the flat and melt into my chair. I've been feeding the crows, putting out peanuts where I smoke, the crows show up in my absence and recover them. There's one, that when he/she (??) spots me flies down and will hop up to recover, a little bolder than the rest.
Monday morning I'm greeted with the full mob, I've only brought 4 peanuts and there are 8 crows greeting me when I get up. I've officially been made provider...you can google 8 crows to get their AI nonsense on the topic. "Counting Crows" I don't recall got up to 8...
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Walking down to get some liquor because what else can you do in 36 degree heat, I've eaten, as much as I can, passing the antique shop where they've put my antique WWI gun sight in the window for a mere $200. I paid over $600 over 30 years ago in London. I should buy it... The law of greater fools, and I've spent my life proving it...
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And, yesterday, JR's Mother In Law shows up from Cranbrook, nice enough, but I'm no longer master of my own apartment, she's the guest and I'm officially on the living room floor yet again. Hopefully only for a couple of days, she's here to visit her mother, in the hospital, and I'm hoping this doesn't go on forever but god-damn today's a day off and I can't even hang about the flat, doesn't matter, I need to go and buy some more peanuts anyways...
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This morning, 2 fillings at the dentist.
Short, 30 minutes, the smell of drilled and pulverized bone and enamel...
Home, an hour and a half before work and there will be no nap. And so I make myself a cup of coffee, only, my lip, mouth is frozen and I'm unable to make a seal after every sip and so it just sort of "blorts" back out upon my shirt...
These fucking dentists, they're bankrupting me, that's twice in one month, a used jeep payment, and I'm overdue for the used jeep...
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It took about another 2 weeks and the 3rd little chilli pepper pot sprouted. 5 pots still empty.
I have 3. The first one, thriving now almost a month, god-damned if it isn't almost 2 cm tall. The other two, well, go figure.
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The evening light, hot, it's what's growing them. Until the weather is a little more consistently hot I'll have to keep them in the window, maybe move them to the patio for the morning light, then back indoors for the evening light. This is crazy, but only for a week or two, then I can move them to the roof where they'll get full sun all the live long day. Which apparently they need, because right now I'm not hopeful I'm going to be harvesting any peppers off of these.
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The inspection, I suspect I passed, spent the week lightly cleaning, everything was good except for the insane wall of art supplies.
I need no more art supplies. I need to get to work and start lessening my load. Which I will do, only I didn't want to start and make a mess before the inspection. Inspection done, now time to get to work. Time to get all these little bits and pieces of mixed media off of my chest and into some surreal little gallery of the absurd...
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28 degrees today and the evening sun cooks my apartment. Right now, a silver-slipper of a moon rising above Elephant Mountain. The streets are lively, buskers out, the itinerant homeless have all arrived and set up shop in Nelson for the summer, the dodgy crack-addled gazes of a 1000 years, shifty people ploughing backpacks and peeking through windows, picking through cars, the "undesirable" elements all come to town for the summer.
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And, because I looked once I've been inundated with clips from "Adventures with Purpose" videos, which is about a couple of divers who go into the waterways of the US and locate missing people in their cars.
They have a pretty good track record, finding where they were last seen, diving with drones, magnets, pulling the plates off cars, laying to rest family & friends concerns of "what became of so-and-so...".
Closure is important.
It's a good thing that's done by people in their spare time because law enforcement is "too busy".
These clips, on Facebook, they're rarely more than random talking, blurry underwater photos, ending when the car is pulled out of the water, rarely do they tell you or show you the conclusion, by their nature, by design, unsatisfactory. I'm not so into it that I want to spend hours on YouTube watching videos, but it's surprising how often people disappear under a mile or so from home in a place so obvious nobody ever thought to look.
It makes you think of all those people (and there's a few instances in Canada, and Canada, being much bigger, I'm thinking of a case maybe 20 years where someone left Lethbridge, was seen gassing up in Cochrane, then disappeared) - and how far they might have been going, the chance of being found drops astronomically the further the distance, the possibilities - of wrong turns, bodies of water - and in BC, cliffs - multiplies until there's no hope of finding them by design.
Reddit User AlexSong has compiled an interactive map of people that have vanished in their cars here: https://www.google.com/maps/d/viewer?mid=1rCur3KaoWv-jKAJBkZBwgtDRtfL6MVPz&ll=35.71693210069297%2C-103.11449025000002&z=4
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The other one that Facebook thinks I'm going to be interested in is Brandi Passante from Storage Wars. "You won't believe what she's up to now!!!"
Now, from the photos that invariably accompany this I'm guessing 2 things: Breast Enlargements and/or Only Fans.
It doesn't matter, she was never my favourite character, but never trust Facebook to leave a point alone, they'll keep trying until I click...
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SO I'd heard that the DnD (CnS) had sold, new owners, finally, although, having heard that a dozen times I'll be frank I didn't hold my breath.
But, Thursday, again, into the restaurant a customer, by herself, she's eating the Korean Fried Chicken, undeniable waves of positivity coming off of her and when she's done her meal we set to talking and ...
... it turns out that she is the new owner of the DnD.
This is amazing, and I have a hundred questions - easily - how much (1.8 Million, they had been asking for $3. Million for over 7 years), what does it include, etc, etc, - and - par for the course, a completely slow day where this conversation should have been able to run it's course a table should walk in and I'm distracted...
But she leaves with me an idea of when they'll be open and "Let us know if you know of any staff...".
I'm now texting the Mother in Law and letting her know the particulars - as many as I know, and for once I have the information. Her information was rarely accurate, mine, however, is.
The same evening the new owner and her partner show up at **** where Cathy works, and she gets to check them out as well.
Celebrating, probably, but the Mother in Law is suspicious, seems strange they should buy the restaurant and then "accidentally" find me at my job, they might have spoken to some locals, were advised to track me down.
Possible, and flattering if so, and I have to think about this - that place was a gold mine, more money made per day in the summer than I make here in a week, and I need a jeep...