Month: July 2014

I returned to Ikea today to buy the remaining cabinets for the loft that would not have fit in the car last time.

Brownie bites with Crème fraîche. No special occasion; just Tuesday. You only live once.

Ikea, no longer encased in cardboard.  I need to finish up some aspects of “built-in” for these to be done — wall above, trim between & beside them.

Bookcases for the new loft, not yet hatched from their cardboard shells.

If god intended for us to eat lobsters, he would have made them very tasty.  Oh wait.

More beer stores should have a map.  Actually, more beer stores should need a map.

They’re digging in the road in front of my office.  I could almost hear the swearing from my desk when they found granite cobblestones beneath the asphalt.

We declare a draw this evening: in this hand, one meld wound up with two black 10s and we’re unclear whose fault that was.

The inaugural West Newton Farmers Market was held today. The city closed off one block of Elm St. to make space. The number of vendors is on the small side, but there’s enough variety to keep me coming back.