italian linseed oil

Sold another print to the portrayed victim! And don't say I need a haircut, I just had one. And I can never deny Michele some fun with his blowdryer, so I look like the Italian version of me, which I am not showing. He put in some linseed oil from Italy, and I must admit, it smells delicious. I asked him where his flag was, it was on his car. Michele was very glad they're not playing Portugal in the finals, because that could have meant all Toronto Italians would have had to move to New Brunswick after. The soccer championship really is something special here, in our multicultural bubble. Toronto wins and looses every single game. Neighbour Heidi was sad the Germans lost. She and Daniel gave us a whole bag of vegetables from their garden yesterday, yummie. And a strange Vietnamese herb that grows rampant everywhere you look. I didn't know it was edible, it grows in our front yard too, tastes lovely and sharp. If you look very closely, you can see it in the picture. It's the purple stuff just underneath the African marigold on the right hand side. I saw an Asian man plucking it from front yards this morning, probably from people just as unaware of its edibility as I was until yesterday. I had that too, Chinese old ladies with plastic bags, coming into my front yard harvesting away. Strange manners, those people.