I’ve been keeping every receipt that I receive this calendar year, so far. I’m also numbering them and recording some of their information in a spreadsheet. As of this morning, I’ve received 119 receipts this year. It doesn’t take any significant statistical analysis to realize that I’m getting at least one paper based transaction per day on average. And this is just receipts; I’ve been discarding the many register coupons, advertisements and such from these transactions.
This is just an excuse to bring this up: is it all really necessary? Really? Do I need proof of every damn purchase or financial transaction I encounter?
At the end of the year, I’ll probably do some actual analysis, and let you know how it’s been.
E
Today is one of those days where, after I settle down to get some work done, I feel this utter despair, followed swiftly with the feeling that my heart might crack open and burn down the city with the escaping heat. And then I am once again stupidly in love with the world, and wondering what the hell my despair was all about anyhow? I don’t know if it’s just there for contrast, like drinking bitter coffee with a sweet pastry, or what.
At any rate, I would be surprised if I get a damn thing done at work today. It is supposed to be 60°F outside and sunny, and it’s MARCH in Ohio. If that’s not a strange gift of circumstance, not meant to be squandered on work, then I don’t know what is.
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This past Saturday, we drove down to Columbus for a day-trip. We ate at akai hana, went to Goodale Park and watched the dogs frolic (it was a unseasonably pleasant, sunny day), walked through the North Market, and generally namby pambied about. I guess there was a trip to a Target in there. We ended up at Betty’s, drinking and eating and watching the crowds go by. It was especially entertaining since attendees of both the Arnold Sports Invitational (probably not its real name) and the Ultimate Fighting Championships were wandering about, as well as the Gallery Hoppers. We drove to Grandview to get some Jeni’s (the High St. locations were SWAMPED) and then we came home, happy and warm and yes.
Sunday, by contrast, was gray and rainy. Generally I have no complaint with this, as I love the rain. But as I descended into the basement to get the second load of laundry, I heard trickling water.
“Oh no,” I thought. The source of the sound was a pinhole leak in a cinder block in the foundation, water streaming in. Terrific. We bailed water for a bit, and then I went to Lowes and bought a cheap shop vac (hooray! we own a shop vac!) and some hydraulic cement. Then I patched up the hole, but by then, the rain had largely stopped. The following few days I have patched up other holes, finding that an entire cinder block is suspect, and I’m not entirely sure what all I will have to do to it to get it in shape. But it’s fun playing with cement, and an excuse to run a shop vac, and yeah.
Eloquent endings!
E