The house across the street from my apartment is for sale for $50k. The house payment would be cheaper than my rent, but upon looking at the inside I estimated another $50k would need to be invested just to make it livable. I don’t have the time, money or inclination to do that kind of work on a house. The place does have signifcant possibility, but you know it is bad when the most livable room in the place is the attic.
I fixed Pesto Chicken and Pancetta and Romano cakes and Banana Pies and had my buddy Steve help me eat it. Actually he prepared the dijon glaze for the chicken and was chief baster. It was a rather meh meal in my estimation, but “I’ll Eat Anything” Goldberg didn’t mind. The Banana Pies, however were completely inedible. I swear, for a person that likes to bake, I have the hardest time making good dough. Always too much flour. Maybe it is because I don’t have a sifter.
I spent my run thinking about words that I liked, but can only remember “loiter” at this point.
I ate a Sokolowski’s with Wasco and managed to complete my first Literary Café Weekend Trifecta. I met another local blogger and fixed a local resident’s wireless connection, but locked her out of her own work computer when trying to change its workgroup to allow her to have a home network. Nevertheless, she still agreed to tango with me this evening.
I was supposed to work on a website for a local business owner/resident yesterday, but every 34sp hosted site was down for I don’t know how long. So I’m a day behind and don’t particularly like that.