Maybe I'll nap in the afternoon. Never been good at naps, but maybe.
I had a banana with some peanut butter, washed down with a diet coke, for breakfast. MMm Mmm good! When to have lunch or dinner? And what to have? I'd like to keep seated evacuation breaks to an absolute minimum for the course of the schlockfest, y'know? And there will be all that early a.m. snacking. Maybe I'll pick up a sub at 'Noch's before the show to pick at overnight. Maybe I should not have a meal until an hour or so before showtime? That might work out nicely anyhow—hit the Square, pick up some comic books, grab a few slices, then hit the fest.
I've got plans to catch a 2pm show at the ICA tomorrow after the fest, too. This is going to be interesting...
=)
And now, a little recollection of my Thursday morning commute, edited down (and up) from my telling to Jen, RN...
Have you ever been to or bought or received as a gift an item from Edible Arrangements? There's one around the corner from our place and I've checked out the posters in the windows a few times, marvelled a mite at the detail, but basically been unimpressed with the concept. Always seemed like a SHARPER IMAGE for food, y'know? Only, without the nose hair clippers, suit of armor, or H.R. Giger ALIEN replica.
At least, they're not pushing those items if they have them.
I could just barely imagine them finding enough business in people giving their fruit-cut-to-look-like-flowers bouquets or whatever as gifts. Just the sort of thing no one would get for themselves, y'know?
I found out Thursday, tho, that they *do* offer some very delicious strawberries...
I was trekking to the T to go to work and passed two Edible A employees working on digging their delivery van out of its parking spot on Hampshire, one guy in the driver's seat and his partner outside lacing the ice with sand and giving the driver start and stop signals. They seemed to have gotten a decent way to getting the vehicle out, stuck for the moment spinning wheels on ice, and I stopped and asked if they wanted some help with heave-ho-ing.
Earlier in the morning, two neighborhood fellas had helped Rowan, In, and I get my sister's car free with some mighty pushing and I guess I felt like paying it forward.
The guys welcomed some help, and the sandman said—I'll go take the driver's seat cuz I'm basically a weakling—and traded places w the other guy, who did look more Thing than Mr. Fantastic, and we set to doing the rocking back-n-forth thing with the driver hitting the gas on the forth part. It felt like we got the van just on the verge, definitely back to getting traction, but in the process had rolled the van into a shelf of ice and snow that it just wasn't going to get thru without more digging or a runway. So, the guys told me thanks, but they'd hafta go back to shovelling a while.
A manager-type woman appeared while the van was a-rockin, and when we were done (trying to get the van free, you pervs... the sex wasn't til later), she insisted that I stop by the store sometime to pick up a reward. Then she told me to waitasec, and yelled back across the street to a girl in the doorway of the store—Have we got those strawberries? And the girl told her yes, and the manager asked me—How about some fresh strawberries? Take some strawberries, please!
I think she felt badly cuz when I stepped away from the van, my pant legs and coat were totally sprayed in sand and murky slush bits, excavated and spit out by the rear wheels. I figured on the coat taking a hit, but, yeah, the frosted pants weren't pleasant. I explained that it was no big deal. I'd been working on freeing another car all morning. Still, she insisted.
So, I accepted her strawberries and went on my way. I didn't look hard at them—she handed me a box, and then a bag to put them in—but expected that the box would reveal a dozen strawberries cut to look like tulips or roses or anatomically correct human hearts, or maybe apples. When I got into the office, I opened it up to find that they were whole strawberries, and covered in chocolate! =)
Not a bad haul for being a samaritan.I do wonder if the strawberries were a black wednesday present that missed a connection.
Later in the day my shoulders got weirdly achey, like their sockets hurt. They still ache today. I don't know how the car pushes would've resulted in this. Maybe it was more about the shovelling and smashing/cracking of the ice when extricating my sister's car. With nothing better to do on my walks to and from the T and the Brattle over the last couple days, I've offered to help people with the push-n-shove six times, and half the time been helpful/succcessful. This has not been the worst cold precipitation I've seen come down in the area, but it does seem like it's been allowed to impact roads and travel way more than typical. Walking on the icy sidewalks is a real workout, and every other block or so, day or night since the rain, I encounter some fellow trying to ram his way out of a spot, a woman digging thru the ice and snow to the dirt in the smothered flowerbed next to her building to sprinkle it on the ice around her tires, or a friend trying to talk his buddy down from a rant about never getting his car out and not going out tonight.
My car currently remains under its ice shield and trapped in a formidable ice box. I'm hoping that a sunny day or three will release it before I run out of food. =)
Keep on keepin on~
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