This past Thursday, I did something I’ve never done: I went to a yoga class. It was fascinating and lovely and awesome. It gave me some perspective on the things that have been bothering me, and also, a really good workout. A surprisingly good workout, honestly.

Friday, my friend Rob dropped by with his DVD copy of the Star Wars Trilogy, which I’ve been watching for a couple of days. He also borrowed a couple of my DVDs, and introduced me to his dog, Maxwell. A very pretty dog.

I spent most of Wednesday and Thursday (before yoga) updating my online portfolio with some of my latest work.

God. I’m so out of practice at this writing about my life thing.

Yesterday was fun. I got up early (because I went to bed early) and decided to go to the Farmer’s Market (finally). I bought some lucky bamboo and homemade garlic from Weldon’s garden cart. I bought some delicious porridge bread, and some organic banana nut loaf. I had a lovely chat with a local man who collects stones from a beach by his house, then grinds them into pendants, earrings and pins. They’re gorgeous, and far too expensive for me to buy any to wrap and sell again, and he seems reluctant to let me do some for him. I did buy one ($20!) piece of marble shaped in an oval, and I plan to wrap it and wear it one day to the flea market, and stun the man with my brilliant talent into letting me wrap some stuff so we can charge $50 a piece instead of twenty.

After a nice leisurely stroll through the market, and a gawk at the cruise ship docked alongside (the Queen Mary 2 was here the day before, which I didn’t realize then is the largest cruise ship in the world), I went to the dollar store to get a glass container and some spring water for my bamboo. I had a chat with Kevin’s sister, who works there.

Then I visited my mom and dad to share my bread (“The bread fairy’s here!”) and have a bite. When I got home, I arranged my bamboo shoots with river rock in the container and placed it on top of the TV, where it’s currently making my days brighter.

It was barely lunchtime by then. I took my new head of garlic, some frozen green onions and red peppers, and started simmering a spaghetti sauce. I put in some diced tomatoes and V8 juice and let it simmer for an hour. Then I turned it off and walked to the grocery store to get some tomato paste and italian sausage, which took me another hour. I took some of the sauce out for my mom, and blended half the rest to make it smoother. Then I turned it back on and let it simmer some more, but I turned the heat up a little higher, because my stove seems not to “catch” if you just turn it on to low from cold.

And then, of course, I left it for 15 minutes to watch something on TV, and the damn stuff burnt. I almost started scraping the bottom, but then I realized that the whole thing would taste like burnt if I did that, so I poured it off into another pot and left all the burnt crap stuck to the bottom. Which kind of sucks, because that was all the nice chunky stuff that was left; but better than wasting the whole thing.

And then I did my dishes, which took another couple of hours, and I scoured the place and set out traps for the damn fruit flies, and cooked up the sausage and some ground pork and ground beef, and dumped that into the sauce, and let it simmer even longer, and finally I cooked up some spaghetti, rinsed it, put it in a pasta bowl, got a nice glass of cold milk, sat down, brought the fork to my mouth — and the phone rang. It was Shauna, of course, with all of her Classic Shauna Timing.

Later, we hung out at her place and chatted, and then we went to the Maple Leaf Lounge to have a drink (her: rum and coke; me: cranberry & pineapple). We were the only two in the bar (which is like a large living room, couches and all) besides the bartender and a rather drunk man. We were going to leave, but then the drunken man was talking with the bartender, who was there all by herself, so we decided to stay and make sure she was alright.

We were having a chat with her, when he joined us at the bar and butt into the conversation. He started to get really rowdy, and knocked over a whole tray of glasses, and was shouting at someone not there, so the bartender bolted into the other room and called 911. The guy was in and out of the bar area and the lounge area, and knocking things over and yelling, and the three of us out were out on the sidewalk waiting for the police, who showed up shortly. He got the dude out of the bar, and just then a pub crawl showed up, so the bartender wasn’t alone anymore, so we bid her bubye and went off.

We rented Mean Girls, which was a stellar movie, and after that, i drove shauna home and then came home and went to bed.

Today, i didn’t do much of anything. When I first got up, I did two runecasts for someone, and transcribed them and got them online. Then I watched Mean Girls again, played with the icons on my computer, ate tacos, brought the movie back, had a puddin’, and now I’m watching Pirates of the Caribbean and writing here.

And after PotC, i’ll watch Return of the Jedi, and probably after that, i’ll go to bed.