|Day Seven ~ I guess it was a Thursday.
||[Jul. 2nd, 2013|10:26 pm]
Day seven, a Thursday, I ran errands all day. Then I cooked dinner for a friend, and that was pleasant. |
I had to alter some curtains.
Then I returned to the Fiat dialership, to put a deposit on a 500. It has a cool gear shifter.
I found myself parked next to another older Rav4. Mine is on the right, the J. Once or twice a month, someone asks me if I want to sell my car. This bodes well. The older Rav4's were the best and most coveted, even twenty years later.
I tried to donate blood again. Didn't have the numbers, again.
I wonder how many thousands of times I've eaten this exact sandwich in my life? It isn't that I'm not adventurous; I am. I try different dishes each time I go to a restaurant, try different sno-cone flavors every time. But when I feel like a Veggie Delight, nothing else can compare.
I took my car to Sharjah, to a different mechanic this time. He babbled about the carburetor.
Then I came home and cooked Italian food. Check out this cucumber.
My friend wanted a closer look at my cubes, so I opened the cabinet. Then this happened.