Tuesday. A haircut this morning. Bought five senior discount BART tickets, face value $120, for $45. Didn't know you had to buy them five at a time, but no complaints as that's a pretty good price. I'd trade these various discounts to be thirty again, but I've not had an offer yet and I'm not sure it's useful to sit around waiting for a call from Mr. Scratch. So, shorn and BART ticketed, I set forth and had breakfast at the usual place, home by noon, the day ahead.
Swell. What amazing things have you done?
I took out the trash. I listened to the news. I waited for the two Netflix movies I was expecting (disk 4 and 5 of The Wire) and discovered, when they arrived, only one was in the box this afternoon when the mail arrived. Disk 5, of course, disk 4 I assume delayed and coming tomorrow? Or did it go into another tenant's mail box here in the building? Will it show up later when that person realizes what's happened? I considered sitting down with a flask of sake to ponder and pout but I didn't, of course, being the sober-sided dependable fellow that I am. Being the tempted sober-sided dependable fellow that I am.
You worry me with all of this sake talk.
Maybe so. Then again, maybe it's the lack of exciting events to relate. I did buy a clever little votive candle holder at a local store yesterday that is (unfortunately) going out of business (for $1.36). Made in China, where else? One dollar thirty-six is 50% off the full price of two dollars seventy-two cents (including tax). It even came with a tealight. How, however, do you light the thing with the ceramic tea kettle on top? Do you allow the flame to heat the tea kettle? Will it break (and burn the house down)? How about I fill it with water? So I filled it with water and fired it up. Worked fine, about two-thirds of the water evaporating into steam by the time the tealight had burned itself out, the bottom of the ceramic tea kettle caked in candle soot I learned later when I turned it over to look at it. Makes you understand what a candle puts out into the air when its burning. How much of it gets into your lungs.
Which means you're going to stop burning votive candles in the evenings to protect your lungs?
Hell no. What is life without candle light?