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edibles and purple pie
Saturday, September 1 2018
Today unfurled in a similar manner to yesterday, with me continuing the gradual breakdown of that crate the roofing panels were shipped in. It occurred to me today that I could actually use the fifteen-foot-long bottom, which is made of shipping pallets combined into a stiff span, as either a bridge across a narrow ravine or part of a treehouse. I've decided not to break down that part until I determine such an idea is ridiculous.
In the early afternoon, I drove into Uptown Kingston to get some front rotors for the Subaru, whose brakes are no better after replacing the brake pads. On the way there, I went out of my way to visit the Tibetan Center thrift store, which I have not frequented since becoming unemployed. While there, I kept wondering where all the digital cameras and cool programmable calculators that used to show up there had gone. And then, back in the corner, I found a piece of treasure: a yellow and black TI-84+ graphing calculator marked "SCHOOL PROPERTY." It had a scratched display, but otherwise it looked to be in good shape. It was marked $6, but Rob let me have it for $1. That's a good deal for something that typically costs $100 on eBay. I already have a TI-83+, but the advantage of the TI-84 is that it has a USB port, making interfacing to a computer for file transfer easy.
Later I drove the Subaru up on blocks and then used a jack to raise its exhaust pipes more than an inch above the level they had wanted to hang at. In this higher position, I could almost use an existing hook to hang the pipe near where the intermediate pipe attached to the muffler/tailpipe. Unfortunately, though, due to some mismatches in the fit, to do so would've caused one of the constant velocity joints to rub against the exhaust pipe. So I ended up fashioning an additional hook out of a stout bolt, which I used the shop vise to bend into a three-dimensional S-shape (as opposed to the normal two-dimensional S-shape), and using that I was able to hang the exhaust system from that middle hook, but at a level low enough to avoid rubbing on anything.
This evening Gretchen and I had dinner at La Florentina with our only friends who seem to share our love for their sformato, the red-cabbage with tahini calzone that Gretchen and I now refer to lovingly as "purple pie." We arrived before the other couple and ordered a carafe of house merlot. When the other couple arrived, one of them confessed to having eaten an "edible," and that was why she decided not to be drinking. The subject of that edible kept coming up throughout the meal to great comedic effect, as she kept forgetting what she was talking about mid-sentence.
The purple pie was as good as ever, and we ended up being the last customers in the main dining room to leave the restaurant.
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