Thirty years ago today
It was another half day on the new
landscaping job because of too much rain and wet snow.
On my way home I saw Nancy selling
flowers at King and Yonge. She told me she was almost finished reading the
second book of Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson by George Gurdjieff.
When I got home I ate the cappuccino
Toffutti and then cooked a big wok-full of chili with zucchini and eggplant. It
was the best I'd ever made.
When Nancy got home she told me that
she'd only made one dollar because some of the flowers had been stolen when
she'd gone to use the washroom. What a life! She didn't seem worried and said
she'd made enough money to pay her rent. I thought that she should have also
been concerned about having enough money to buy food rather than being content
to live off of my cooking.
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