the neighbourhood seen

solved problems; pen and ink on paper (page from an old math text book).

Took Oona for an earlier-than-usual walk this morning, just to exorcise some sillies and get some missing milk (Daddy needs his cereal). We made a big loop out of it. About two blocks away I noticed that someone had (very helpfully) amended a stop sign; underneath where it says "STOP", it also now says "Hammertime".

The milk we found at our local Mac's. When we went in, I noticed that the manager was training a new employee. Then I remembered that this same store was robbed at knife-point last week.

I bought 2%. It helps me maintain my girlish figure.

There's some kind of 'green' store opening up in our neighbourhood, the kind of everything-green store where everything is good for you and environmentally friendly and crafted by unexploited pygmy cripples with rain-washed bamboo and nails made out of kisses. C was all excited when she heard this and thinks it will do a booming trade. I don't. My own evidence comes solely from the fact that, while looking at the window displays from across the street, I almost tripped over the curled, bloated corpse of a dead raccoon.