Thirty years ago today
In
the morning I couldn’t find a sweater I was looking for and so I tore
everything out of the closet.
I
worked with Norm all day.
On
the way home I shopped for gel, deodorant and groceries.
When
Nancy came home I found out that she had worn my sweater. She also said she had
to take the electric typewriter back to her sister. I found that interesting
because two days before that Ibrahim had taken his stereo and so it felt like
the gods of technology were abandoning me.
I
went for dinner at what turned out to be a Yugoslavian restaurant. It was
strange because unlike most ethnic restaurants that want to share their cuisine
with the rest of Toronto this was a Yugoslavian restaurant for Yugoslavians.
Even the waitress couldn’t speak English. I had some bland fish.
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