all done!

A little over seven weeks of works, during which I also did my newspaper stuff. No small potatoes. Now the waiting starts. For the book and the bank statement. But today I took it easy. There's no author this week, so I decided to dedicate today to The Summer Outfit. A pair of jeans, two blouses, two T-shirts. Not bad at all, for a pathological non-shopper. I took Piffin, and of course I immediately found way funkier things for her. A beautiful sailor's shirt, the square sailor's collar on the back ending in a scarf with red stars. Hard to describe. But extremely cute. She hates the word cute. And a pair of wild blue sun glasses. And I put radish in my pasta, and everybody liked it. And sun dried tomatoes in my meatballs. Oh, and I chatted with Terry on the streetcar. Terry is a neighbour who is a street car driver. He told me about his first job ever, being an elevator boy in the King Edward Hotel. The hotel where we spent our first weeks in Canada, we passed it in the streetcar. Terry had transported many celebrities in his elevator. But not The Beatles. There had been so many fans in the hotel lobby that The Beatles had to take the freight elevator. Bummer for Terry.