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Sun Jun 22nd, 2014
 | 01:55 pm - The boulevard giveth and the boulevard taketh away
Found a couple of Ikea mugs on the boulevard last fall. Lovely smooth exterior, one brown, one grey. A month or two back I was reaching for something on the shelves and knocked the pepper mill loose, which fell on the brown cup and removed a neat half-inch segment from the handle. Mended it with glue-all but it will never have its pristine lustre back.
Three years ago I found a cut glass salad bowl on the boulevard. Was using it to hold the chopped chard for my colcannon yesterday. Reached up to get the oil from the shelves, knocked the balsamic vinegar loose, it fell and smashed the bowl. 'And what makes it ten times worse' was that I had to toss half my carefully minced chard. Used the untouched half, daringly, and of course this turns into the best colcannon to date. Common or garden russet potatoes turn out to be much mealier than organic; who'da thunk?
Put a box of books on the boulevard yesterday, including several perennial refuseniks. (Why does no one want American Gods, I wonder?) Someone took the lot, and the box as well. This annoys me. When two or three books are gone, someone may have wanted to sell them but equally they may have wanted to read them. When all are gone the odds are good on it being a reseller. Ah well. Can see Bob Miller telling Whoever 'nah, these came from my store, I don't need them back.'
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Irritating when something is still functional enough that you don't want to get rid of it, but at the same time every time you see it, you can see that it is irretrievably marred. One should be above such things, of course. However bumpy the handle, it still holds exactly the right amount of tea. But I r shallow that way. |
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