My Corner

Like last time I was here.. leg swollen almost..

THAT includes bagged salad or other vegetables that is already “washed”. Don’t trust the words of the packing saying they are washed — wash them again!

And or soak them in white vinegar and clean water for a few minutes before cleaning them by laying them on a clean towel.

Strip parts of the vegetables that looks ruined or dirty.

I am now more eggs than human and 5 percent surimi..

I am stuffed and full… I am going to have a long nap during the drive.

My partner asked me if I had used all the eggs and I said yes while cooking.

Then silently while watching me: *soft whisper with French accent while staring from behind* “good.. now eat it all..”

Me: “pardon?”

Due to the inability to finish my plate if I ate one piece of bread.

So now whenever I find myself in a restaurant. I am facing a Frenchman staring me down across from me with severe disapproval when I take a piece of bread.

If I want dessert, I shouldn’t eat a starter and a main dish, only one of the two and then dessert.. and no bread.

I do still take that piece of bread out of disobedience though. Just one. While staring back with a smile.

They desire my nonexistent support, attention and love. And finances.

I pity them. I too desire to acquire things that doesn’t exist.

(I do get plenty of love and attention.)

Tried to teach myself some signs of the First Nation sign language, mostly, “I am here making coffee.” And collected books on different languages from different groups as well as their culture.

Also made a map over most tribal areas by consulting various maps and tracking different paths, and checking history diaries. Tracked historical events and people. Lost and submerged settlements.

I did the project because I had too much time on my hands, and I wanted to see visually the locations and pathways. I wanted to give it over to organisation dedicated to northern American indigenous communities for history reasons, but withdrew the idea because I thought it wasn’t very important and it would weird them out.

My friend was surprised by the work as I could somehow trace their grandmother’s tribe precise location on the map.

That made me also partially I fear if released to the wrong people there would be looters come to try dig up stuff there. Full of regret and guilt I shoved it into my drawer.

Read it is an ancient heirloom variant that has been cultivated by the ingenious tribes in North America.

Immediate regret and mortified.

Told my partner I will not be saved by a French stripper firefighter. I will refuse.

Their response; “not every firefighter is like this”

JE REFUSE !

Don’t let the heatwave kill off our birds and other wildlife. We already experienced the slow death of birds throughout a few generations..

Put water out for hedgehogs, birds and other wildlife. They need help too!

Read somewhere that the poor baby swallows are jumping out of their nest to escape heat in Paris.

He sounded muffled and struggling, could barely be understood due to the stuffy nose, then got grumpy by the cooing. Like muffled and distant complaining.