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one of his multiethnic surprises
Saturday, February 4 2017
After taking the dogs for their morning walk, I made a french press of cofee, took a recreational 50 milligram dose of Vyvanse, and then drove out to 9W mostly to get electrical supplies that I was surprised not to have on hand. (Really, no boxes suitable for attaching two switches or a switch and an outlet?) Because there was no three-conductor romex on hand at Home Depot, I was forced to go to Lowes as well. Whenever I'm at Lowes, I am sure to check out the lightbulb options, which are much better than those at Home Depot. But before I went to Lowes, I stopped at Mother Earth's Storehouse (aka "Motherfucking Earth") mostly to get bulk tofu for the simple tacos I've been eating of late. They consist of some tofu and some sauerkraut in a soft corn tortilla. And that's all (though, of course, kimchi could be used in place of sauerkraut).
On my way home, I went out of my way to stop by the Tibetan Center thrift store. Usually one hears Tibetan music there (often with droning voices and singing bowls), but today for some reason the music was all unfamiliar and Irish. The only thing worth buying was a diamond knife honer, which cost me a $1. I stopped in at West Hurley Park on the drive down Dug Hill Road, and I was surprised that the dogs didn't even try to go to the remains of that deer corpse they'd obessed about on our last visit. Perhaps the coyotes had completely removed it from the list of attractive nuisances.
Back at the house, I was working on my percentage reallocation algorithm when Mark, my occasional random visitor from the City, showed up as he always does, unannounced. That completely changed the trajectory of the day.
At the time, I just happened to be listening to Slayer on Youtube, and there is nothing quite like Slayer when they slow down and get heavy, as happens on South of Heaven (and, to some extent, Seasons in the the Abyss). Mark was oddly unfamiliar with Slayer, but he could appreciate it when the chromatic crunch kicked in. Neville, though, wasn't so sure. Something about the combination of pot smoke, Slayer, and Mark set him on edge, as if this looked to him like the combination of events that would lead to ritual dog sacrifice. I assured him all was well, but he still wasn't buying it. And he certainly wasn't buying Mark.
But both Neville and Ramona were happy to hop into Mark's newish BMW SUV for semi-luxury ride down to Ray & Nancy's house. Ray, Nancy, Lynn (Mark's wife) and Mark had all been on the ski slopes this morning, and tonight Ray was cooking one of his multiethnic surprises, a bean, sweet potato, and polenta concoction with a surprising amount of habanero heat. It alo contained a fair amount of Gimme Lean vegan sausage, which Mark thought to be "deaders" (animal parts) that I might need to know about.
As always, I stayed fairly late, drinking scotch and bourbon when Ray offered it. Ultimately I needed to get home, so Ray just let me take one of the Subarus. I was pretty drunk, but as drunk drives go, the drive home across Hurley is about as easy and low-risk as it gets.
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