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The nice fellow and Frank went up to the City today to see the airplanes racing to celebrate the end of Fleet Week. I had no interest and besides I had promised Emma to take her to get clothes for work and also to get costume stuff. Mostly I had no interest in sitting in a car for hours and hours -- that irritated leg nerve thing is almost gone but not quite. My leg likes walking again, which is good, but it doesn't like long bouts of car.
They brought home City goodies: some new kind of curry paste for Frank to play with, from Haig's: some Bitter, some Italian French bread and some salame from Molinari: and pork buns and custard buns from Red A. And they went to City Lights and the nice fellow brought me back a no-reason oversive book of nineteenth-century city maps. With comparative urban design discussion!
So if you want to know anything about New York, Philadelphia, Boston or any of 37 major European cities in the the 1830's, give me a hoot, and I'll see what I can tell you from the book. I just realized that the Philadelphia map would be very useful in the alt-hist I'm thinking of.
And I also made an impulse buy today. A pumpkin tureen with lid and ceramic spoon (they could totally have left the spoon out of the deal as far as I'm concerned: it will most certainly break soon). It has a maple leaf and two acorns on top and it's whitish, not orange (I think you're supposed to buy all these other pumpkin items, and some of them are orange or yellow or whatever). It's much nicer than it has any right to be. Much, much nicer.
Truffle did think about humping two dogs at the park today, but she didn't do it.
There's only one place selling chickens at this time of year, and it's all the way in Corralitos, and the neighbor lady is now hinting that I ought to also give her ten dollars for chicken meds and I'm not going to do it. Getting her the chicken is the most I will do.
They brought home City goodies: some new kind of curry paste for Frank to play with, from Haig's: some Bitter, some Italian French bread and some salame from Molinari: and pork buns and custard buns from Red A. And they went to City Lights and the nice fellow brought me back a no-reason oversive book of nineteenth-century city maps. With comparative urban design discussion!
So if you want to know anything about New York, Philadelphia, Boston or any of 37 major European cities in the the 1830's, give me a hoot, and I'll see what I can tell you from the book. I just realized that the Philadelphia map would be very useful in the alt-hist I'm thinking of.
And I also made an impulse buy today. A pumpkin tureen with lid and ceramic spoon (they could totally have left the spoon out of the deal as far as I'm concerned: it will most certainly break soon). It has a maple leaf and two acorns on top and it's whitish, not orange (I think you're supposed to buy all these other pumpkin items, and some of them are orange or yellow or whatever). It's much nicer than it has any right to be. Much, much nicer.
Truffle did think about humping two dogs at the park today, but she didn't do it.
There's only one place selling chickens at this time of year, and it's all the way in Corralitos, and the neighbor lady is now hinting that I ought to also give her ten dollars for chicken meds and I'm not going to do it. Getting her the chicken is the most I will do.
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