mizarchivist

So, that thing I do- Life continues as it does week in and week out. Things change bit by bit- Richie's corner is often empty, but I see him around. I can't really plan on giving him food since I really never know when he's going to be there. On top of that, the Starbucks next to where he camps out is under construction for another week or two, so his usual buddies aren't as likely to be there to buy him a coffee.
Vera... She's extremely challenging. She always has been- and I do what I can to accommodate without being 100% a pushover. I realize I may not have given Vera the exposition yet. -so:

( The Exposition of Vera )

Vera made my personal charitable mission easy. She's there every day, rain or shine. Same place, same times. I will have a somewhat more difficult time in future, but perhaps the universe's way of telling me to take a step back.

After the commentary from Thursday, I decided to extend a bit longer to make sure the reboot works. Not much else worth noting other than I'm not dead- neither is anyone else. I may get mini eclairs at BJ's when we go at the end of the week, though. (Mwah hah)

I was just minding my own business this morning, riding my bike to Alewife as I have been doing rather often when I came to the last 1/4 mile and whoom. Have some downed branches. OK, have some down trees. I was able to duck under the first one, but the other three required major clambering and bike-carrying. Microburst, you say? Yowza.

It seems that once a year near quiet_elegance 's birthday (observed), that there's the biggest cleaning events that overshadow all other uncluttering moments. Q_E started on Saturday, which sparked me to do many random things yesterday, things that are not apparent to the casual observer. However, my art drawers are now beautifully arranged. The Ikea bookshelves are much more full and hold 90% of card/board games and a large stack of the over sized art/coffee table books. I am most pleased.

I may have mentioned that I really have taken a shine to Chef Sang, the sushi guy at Teppenyaki. We took lifecollage  a week ago and purple_terror  this past Friday. That makes 2 converts in 2 weeks. He's really that brilliant. quiet_elegance  made a box out of rosewood for our chop sticks that we're keeping there and Sang hung out with us after we were done eating, as there was rather significant lull at that moment. Supposedly, they're redoing the menus eventually, but even if they did, I don't think I'd use them. I'm more than a little happy to be a guinea pig for new ideas he has. I have yet to be disappointed with anything, rather it's usually way too brilliant for a middle-of-the-road establishment. I am keen on taking one of his classes at some point.

Tomorrow: I go to my first salsa class in years. Should be fun, though. I am curious to see what they're working on, how much I remember and how much Bollywood improved my ability to pick up moves faster. After all, I know all the basic moves already, so that's an advantage. It will be a sadness not go go with q_e.

Motorcycle: Still in the shop. The latest theory is that there wasn't enough compression in the ...uh, tubes (?), which threw off the vacuum and so fuel wasn't going through the petcock like it was supposed to. The mechanic almost certainly experienced the bad when he was testing it out and he saw this with another bike earlier this season. This is apparently a gradual deterioration, so it makes sense that last fall it could limp along, but by 2 weeks ago, I was doomed. I'm hopeful that I can pick it up on Friday. Fingers crossed!

I haven't seen Richie around in quite a while. Last time I saw him was when he was having issues with a cop hassling him, so it's possible that he's had to set up shop elsewhere. But I worry enough to him in random dream cameos.

I knew if I waited patiently, the bleeeeh of post-con would dissipate. The Etsy order last night and my father's arrival to Logan not 10 minutes ago has catalyzed. Also, it's sunny. And one of my more recent acquaintances, Richie, the homeless guy who hangs out by the School St. Starbucks- while not there today, gave me enough intel that I could leave him some of our extra spaghetti. He uses one of the abandoned newspaper boxes for his sign and food people give him- at least the latter in these colder months. So today was my first successful food drop. I always wished Bob had one like that.