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Photo Friday
My diet for the past four days has consisted of cappuccino, [gluten-free] zucchini bread, and chips. So, so many chips, most of them containing garlic, so it was a convenient week for Eric to be sick, if you know what I’m saying.
No more crappy $5+ wastes at Starbucks; now it takes me three minutes to have a perfect latte or cappuccino for about $0.50/ cup (amortizing the cost of the machine).
And the best part is that now my kitchen office smells like my grandmother’s apartment on Sunday evenings when I was a kid.
The zucchini bread, well, sort of sucks. But I made a ton of it, so it’s going to get eaten.
I miss the days of easy baking with gorgeous, wheaty flour. And pizza. And pasta. Oh my god, pasta.
Xanthan gum is hardly a decent replacement.
Over at my cousins’ gluten-full house, we found this bagel,
which had been left home alone while the family went away for the week, and subsequently grew more species of mold than I’d ever seen on a single item.
(Hi, Aunt Renie, are you horrified?)
At the farmer’s market, I picked up some of these and some of these:
And made something which I was too hungry to photograph before eating. I know, Sanjay, I should document what I eat.
I went on another Metalliferous run with my mother, who’s going to be the next David Yurman.
I met a dog that looks more like a cow than most.
I listened to a lifetime’s worth of non-stop drilling.
And I watched continued construction antics.
(Construction-site dancing.)
Okay, that’s it. Tanks A Lot for reading.
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I was wrong.
Terex Stinger is changing my plans. No, it’s not really them (probably) but they’re moving my street light (for what seems like a silly plan) so now they’re bearing the brunt of my criticism.
(Moving my street light is way more upsetting than moving my cheese.)
The pedestrian space remains slim, but they’ve replaced some of the initial street space.
You can’t really tell from the photo, but the traffic barricades have been pushed back, allowing for slightly more road room.
The extra walking space was almost like a park of its own last night. And then this morning, more traffic barricades arrived, and they moved the existing ones in, hampering pedestrian traffic again, and opening an additional half-lane for the cars.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF A HALF-LANE? There are no half-cars. (Okay, there are. But not enough for this to make sense.)
And construction guys, nobody wants in to your stupid club, anyway. So quit it with the CAUTION tape.
Also, what are you doing down there with the crotch, buddy? (I like how the other guy seems concerned, too, like totally ready to mobilize and help his friend adjust the junk.)
Important lessons: This is how you make a street light work.
This is how you stand around while someone makes a street light work.
And I still really want to know what’s up with the dirt and debris watering, done by, of all things, that tiny yellow sprinkler in center frame. Anybody?
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Counting jackhammers, not sheep
Sorry about the Union Square Live outage. In its place, enjoy these guys drilling new fence-post holes.
And a new sprinkler to water the dirt? How cute.
Playing on the bobcat. Filling new fence-post holes.
It looks like we’re going to regain about three feet of pedestrian highway.
But I can’t stand stuff like this. Layers and layers of setup work on top of the real work’s timeline mean that we won’t have this park back for what feels like five days past forever.
Why are we moving this fence three feet? Just finish the whole project and forget the temporary blacktop, please.
Also, I’ve really fallen out of love with the jackhammerers that wake me at 6:00. Yeah, I realize it’s not a peach for them either, but at least (presumably) when they’re home sleeping, they’re actually sleeping. (I miss that.)
By now, I’m trained enough to know that my sleep will be disturbed, which means that all night, I’m waiting for it. Sort of like trying to write anything longer than this, and suspecting the entire time that I’m about to be interrupted. Can’t concentrate.
Maybe the answer is sleep productivity counseling. 43 pillows?
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Temper-Tantrum Imminent
What’s it like to have four jackhammers outside going at it at once?
Like this, plus the brain-rattling noise. Earplugs are futile against this beast.
