It took at least two hours of Thursday morning to upload a video to YouTube. I decided to spend the time cleaning up while I was waiting. For most of last year my kitchen has been piled up with things from my bedroom tied up in old and now torn garbage bags. Some of those bags were full of clothing, linen and towels. I needed detergent and new garbage bags, so I went to Freshco. The place was packed with people doing last minute shopping for New Years Eve, or to tide them over till January 2nd. I bought some oranges as well but after the long line-up and paying, I realized I’d forgotten to buy yogourt. I didn’t want to go back in.
I took two bags of
my bedroom things, plus my underwear to the Laundromat, put it all in a washer
and went home. When I came back to put the stuff in the dryer I met Greg, my
new down the hall neighbour. He was having a discussion with the young guy that
was managing the Laundromat. He asked me how tall I was in centimetres. I said
“ninety something” but when the attendant suggested that the number couldn’t be
right, I corrected myself and said, “A hundred and ninety something”. Greg was
trying to figure out how tall a person would be in old measurement if they said
they were 182 centimetres tall. We all pulled out our smart phones but I didn’t
bother finding my calculator. 182 centimetres is almost six feet tall. I’m 191
centimetres tall. I asked Greg why he needed to know this but he said it was a
secret.
Greg asked about my
Christmas. I told him that it was quiet because my daughter lives in Montreal.
He said he was going to Montreal for New Years Eve. I asked if he’d ever been
there and he said that he hadn’t because he was new to the country. It turns
out that Greg is Jamaican. I was surprised that he didn’t have a very thick
accent like some Jamaicans. He said that he was from the suburbs. I suggested
that maybe it’s like with Newfoundland. There are young people now without
heavy Newfoundland accents because they grew up on the Internet.
The apparently
homeless woman with the cart, who shouts obscenities, was in the Laundromat. I
noticed that though she still spontaneously blurts things out, she doesn’t
curse when she’s indoors.
I needed more money
because I’d spent five dollars of my rent accidentally so I went to the bank
and took out some cash. I went back to No Frills and got some yogourt and
bananas, and then I returned to the Laundromat and took my stuff home. I
watched the eleventh episode of the most recent season of Doctor Who. It was
one of those eternal recurrence stories where the same events happen over and
over with lessons learned subconsciously until the hero finally finds a way out
of the loop. Ever since the X Files did it back in the 90s, those stories have
been popping up from time to time. They get slightly tedious.
I watched the final
episode of the most recent season of Doctor Who: Memories turn into stories.
Then I watched the 2015 Doctor Who Christmas special, which features the return
of River Song. The 21st Century Doctor Who series has had some of
the hottest middle-aged women.
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