* It's been a hard week. It's always like that after the relaxing cadence of vacation. I'm resisting changing that cadence and have woken up 20 minutes before having to leave the house twice this week. For me, I need/want 90 minutes from waking up to leaving the house in the morning. Otherwise I'm not fully awake.
* It's supposed to be 80 degrees this weekend (26C). This is the weekend where I will be astonished at the number of people in this city. That's because every single one of us will be outside. They could charge $20 per chair on the terraces (patios) tomorrow and still fill them up.
* How much would it take to retire forever? For us it's half a mil, that way we could pay off the buildings and live off the revenue they generate. At the rate we're going, that will be in 22 years. Barring the unforeseen of course.
* We ate cheetohs before bed the other night. Those things are evil. The reason I had them is that I tried this new white trash recipe for scalloped potatoes. I hate to say it but they were darn good. You slice up a bunch of potatoes and layer them with a can of condensed cheddar cheese soup. Then you sprinkle crushed cheetohs on top and put in the oven for an hour at 350. (I sprinkled some bleu cheese crumbles on top, but serge said that ruined it. He's a bit antsy about the moldy cheeses.)
* Here's an oldy but goody from the blog. Serge told this story over vacation.
* We put an apartment up for rent and not one person has called about it. That never happens so maybe the recession will finally be hitting close to home. Bummer.
* In Chicago when we were waiting for the shuttle to the comped hotel room, a young man approached me with a very heartfelt and earnest rendering of misfortune. He wore a backpack and explained that the airline had lost his checked bag and he was stuck at the airport with no ID, money, or anything because it was all in that bag. I started laughing right away and said, "Well that sure was stupid putting all of that in that other bag. This is probably a good lesson for ya." He admitted that that was a bad idea but if I just had $6, he could get a hotel room for the night. I kept laughing and said, "Dude, you gotta get a better story than that." Then he got all irate and hurt saying he wasn't homeless and no common beggar. I said, "Look, if you're lying, fuck you, and if you're telling the truth, then this is a great lesson for you. Now go try your story on someone else, there's plenty around here." And that's precisely what he did. (It's such a bad story though. You can't get through security without ID after all.)
* Another mask photo. That sure was fun.