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contours provocations
journal - 1999-0219 - fri journal | archives | home | e-mail Free din din As I stood at the ATM this morning, I could see the wire-brush-colored clouds loping in from the north. Mother sun in all her majesty, took a brief look at the world, raised the hem of her raiments and skittled for the warmth of the slot machines along the Coast. Jump to a previous day to hear about the morning dietary ritual. As usual, I have no sense of the particulars of what I did before noon. Something to do with HTML files as I recall. LUNCH! Victuals! Nutriments! Back to Wednesday's deli for lunch. Roast beef on that most fashionable of breads - focaccia. Tea - iced of course. And a brownie of sorts which is now in my fridge. Also picked up a flyer listing available breads. From baguette to farmhouse white to kalamata olive to struan. Most interesting. Definitely the thing for the bread fetish aficionado. Foregoing the usual read of "Wired." I opted for some surreptitious people watching. Always a very eclectic crowd crisscrossing most of the major and minor census categories. I did fail, though, to spot any crossdressing male mechanics. Well, they may have just been very good at it, and I thought it was someone's aunt Gertrude. One overly decorated matron appeared at the door, and I immediately recognized a visage worthy of a ship's bow. Preferably --- a Peruvian trawler or, even better, a Russian icebreaker. 1 pm - 5 pm. Duhhhhhh! Almost immediately on entering my kitchen, the phone rang with an invite to have din din. Ten minutes later, I was on my way. And within a half-hour, the three of us headed for the local restaurant row. Ordered grilled salmon. Plate arrives but main dish is a tad undergrilled. Was able to make this conclusion after the salmon asked me how to get to the St. Lawrence Seaway. Dish was whisked away for additional work. Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Finally, someone in blue jets a large plate in front of me and explains that the kitchen burned my returned order, so they started anew. AND because of the wait, this was on the house. Free. Gratis. No charge. There is a God! PAX!
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