On Wednesday I had to ride back to Bike Chain because I’d
forgotten my hoody there the previous day. I found it exactly where I’d left
it, which was in one of the square shelves where people put their backpacks and
such. I had put my pack and my jacket in one space but there hadn’t been room
when I’d gotten too hot to wear my hoody, but of course putting an extra item
of clothing separate from my other stuff on a warm day made it more likely that
I would forget it.
Since I was
already downtown I thought I’d roll up to Bloor and St George to inquire as to
whether the Creative Writing course was happening in the fall. The office of
the assistant chair was closed though until the afternoon, so I didn’t bother
waiting around.
I stopped
at the bank to take out my last $14.00, so I’d have something to pay for parts
at Bike Pirates on Thursday, but I spent some of it on my first can of beer in
a month.
I made
chilli with an onion, garlic, carrots, a yellow pepper, dried chilli peppers
and a can each of fava beans, chickpeas and spaghetti sauce. It turned out
pretty good except that the carrots didn’t get fully cooked.
I had a bowlful of the chilli
with two slices of bread and a beer while watching two episodes of Leave It To
Beaver. I’ve noticed that they don’t generally portray girls in a very
honourable light in that show. They tend to present females as being relatively
petty and self-centred by nature. In one episode, Beaver has been reading
Ivanhoe and so he goes on a kick of trying o be chivalrous. While waiting for
the bus he sees another boy knocking down his sister and so he picks a fight
with him to defend her. But when the bus driver breaks up the scuffle the boy’s
sister says that Beaver started the whole thing.
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