o frabjous day, callooh callay
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2014.12.08
Today started out with a prescription for antibiotics, but ended with a giant bag of free wooden train stuff. As I was trudging home from a car dealership I came upon a fellow hauling the bag to the curb. Spotting the wooden rails, I asked, incredulously, if he were dumping them there (just before garbage day). He told me I was free to take them if I wanted them. Did I want what seemed to be several hundred dollars of unbranded (woohoo!) wooden tracks - including several large bridge pieces? I carried the bag about 1-1.5km on my head. Heavy. The Boy is still playing with the set (under the Christmas tree) as I write this.
Three good things that happened today:
- I met The Amazing Atwood at a store at lunch time; we'd jointly walked about three kilometers to meet by chance.
- The car dealer knocked another $600 off his asking price today, bringing the cash discount on a new car to $4,100. These Kia people are really driven to sell new cars.
- I replaced my inhaler that expired in 2011. Farewell daily cycling companion.
Three reasons to be thankful:
- Knowing you have a bronchial infection is half the battle!
- Well, that plus some meds.
- The toys were clean (if a few pieces broken) and free of mold, bugs, and ****.