Spelling Bee alternatives
Wednesday, May 24 2023
As I often do on Wednesdays (particularly at the end of a sprint in my remote workplace, when work expectations fall precipitously), today I painted a tiny painting on credit card (one that had belonged to Powerful, as it happens), this time of an orca jumping out of the water. Then at lunch I drove into Uptown, mostly to get provisions at the Ghettoford Hannaford so I'd have stuff to put on the bagels we'd bought yesterday. They didn't seem to have any vegan cheese or cream cheese at all, though I thought I remember them having it in the past. So I ended up buying things like lettuce, faux turkey lunch "meat," three kinds of ice cream, and two kinds of beer. While nearby, I also went to Herzogs mostly to get electrical wiring equipment that will allow me to build out some of the control systems I want to add to the basement at the cabin.
I had the typical boozy afternoon that I usually enjoy during a sprint retrospective (which, as always, feels more like a happy hour than anything else our remote workplace does). I'd taken a recreational 150 mg dose of pseudoephedrine despite concerns that that was the cause of my digestive problems during the last two weekends at the cabin. Today my gut was performing like a champ, even after eating a frozen pizza that Gretchen had baked yesterday and that I reheated today.
After work, I rode the red battery-powered bicycle up to the pile of scrap metal near the abandoned go-cart track on Georges' land. Sometimes I find things to salvage in that pile, which, today, included a plastic hatch that apparently fell off his Tesla. As I was riding the bike home, I was trying to also drink a sixteen ounce imperial stout, and this wasn't sufficient for the irregularity of the ground (I was traveling on something more akin to a logging road than a driveway). So I lost control and "wrecked," as my redneck friends put it back when I was a kid. It wasn't a bad accident; the bike was undamaged and I was unhurt, though I'd squeezed the beer flat in my hand.
Today's tiny painting. No, that credit card number no longer works.
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