AUGUST 12 - Too Hot For Me, and Who the Heck Put That There?

I finally hit the unlucky button when it comes to working on a really hot day. The store was so miserably hot and stuffy this afternoon I was reduced to a sweaty rag. And the hot bus ride and the un-airconditioned sky train didn't help, either. It was so good to get home and feel a breeze, even though it was only a small one.

I remember in the past, Howard would complain about things like yarn left lying around, or knitting needles clicking while he was watching the news, or a cluttered table when we were getting dinner ready. Never again. All I will have to do is remind him of when he built a mold for a Radar Arch for a 35' boat - in our living room. That's what happens when we decide to rent a place with no garage. But I'm okay with it, it was actually my idea, and it means I have one less room now to dust and vacuum (not that I do it anyway.) As to how he's going to get it out? Well, he has his ways. After all, he is a shipwright. And it's actually moving out tomorrow after work, as he has to put it in Steve's garage to do the fibreglassing.

Lunch today was a Cornish Pastie and a lemonade from Mary's British Home Store on Chatham Street, and an Apricot Frangipane Tart from  The Sweet Spot, a relatively new bakery on First Avenue. Pastie was okay, tart was a bit tart, to say the least, nothing sweet about it. They do have some fabulous looking treats there, though, so will try something else at a later date. Probably something chocolate.

After we got home and had dinner, we had surprise visitors bearing a pink and purple birthday cake, and had the joy of watching Lizzie blow out her candles. What a nice ending to an otherwise blah day!