I Heart Kowalski's
Yesterday was about as gorgeous as they come. I spent a little bit of time outside, a little bit of time inside cleaning, and a little bit of time watching baseball. Perfect. To cap off my day, yesterday evening I decided to take a leisurely walk to the grocery store to pick up some asparagus, shrimp, and cilantro to make a simple pasta meal with hot selections from the barbie. Usually, I drive my car to the grocery, but today with the evening especially pleasant, I couldn't resist the stroll. I walked first to a non-standard grocery store of mine, the Mississippi Market, and couldn't find what I was looking for. I then decided to trapse back over to my all-time favorite grocery store, Kowalki's. All in all the walk was a gorgeous 3.7 mile exploratory journey throught my Saint Paul neighborhood. I only wish I had brought a camera to document.
Dealing with UPS on Friday evening was a time to forget. It would be too painful for me to recount the details of how many things they screwed up, but just know the end result was that I was left without package. In the process, I ended up doing my good deed for the day by driving a Somali man around the cities. The whole thing made sense at the time with the wild goose chase that UPS had me on that evening. My Somali friend had locked his keys in his car and needed a ride home. Plus he reminded me of the man from I Heart Huckabees, so I thought helping him out would be the right thing to do. In retrospect, one good reason to not help him out would have been that he didn't smell very good. Bad smells can only get worse in confined spaces. Luckily, my new car smell returned just minutes after dropping him back at the UPS center.
Friday night took an upturn when I paid a visit to Gloria, my new stylist by recommendation at the MOA. Gloria was a wonderfully pleasant woman, who decided that my haircut was a pretty exciting thing. She potentially solved a problem that I have been having with the front portion of my hair, and reinforced the fact that I should never use conditioner in my hair. And while I didn't end up having views of the Old Navy, the whole experience was pretty darn good.
On rare occasions I become a little uncomfortable when I am grilling out my front window. My third floor window overlooks historic Grand Ave, and has a small arc of a ledge that juts out about 18 inches in radius directly outside my sunroom. That's where I grill. The main problem is that I know what I am doing is illegal, and my concern is that barbequeing openly on a busy street might attract attention. I am slightly worrieed that the police will have something to say about it, but am more concerned that my landlord will happen to walk by at the exact moment that I am lighting up. And yet another dilemma exists. The closer I keep the grill to the apartment wall, the more hidden it is, but the more of a fire hazard it becomes. The greater the distance from my apartment wall, the more visible it becomes. And the most conspicuous of all grilling happens with the cooking of the bratwurst. When those soft fresh sausages plump up, their juices start to drip down through the grate and create the most beautiful and fragrant of smokes. Yes, beautiful to me and you, but not as beautiful to my landlord and the SPFD.
Dealing with UPS on Friday evening was a time to forget. It would be too painful for me to recount the details of how many things they screwed up, but just know the end result was that I was left without package. In the process, I ended up doing my good deed for the day by driving a Somali man around the cities. The whole thing made sense at the time with the wild goose chase that UPS had me on that evening. My Somali friend had locked his keys in his car and needed a ride home. Plus he reminded me of the man from I Heart Huckabees, so I thought helping him out would be the right thing to do. In retrospect, one good reason to not help him out would have been that he didn't smell very good. Bad smells can only get worse in confined spaces. Luckily, my new car smell returned just minutes after dropping him back at the UPS center.
Friday night took an upturn when I paid a visit to Gloria, my new stylist by recommendation at the MOA. Gloria was a wonderfully pleasant woman, who decided that my haircut was a pretty exciting thing. She potentially solved a problem that I have been having with the front portion of my hair, and reinforced the fact that I should never use conditioner in my hair. And while I didn't end up having views of the Old Navy, the whole experience was pretty darn good.
On rare occasions I become a little uncomfortable when I am grilling out my front window. My third floor window overlooks historic Grand Ave, and has a small arc of a ledge that juts out about 18 inches in radius directly outside my sunroom. That's where I grill. The main problem is that I know what I am doing is illegal, and my concern is that barbequeing openly on a busy street might attract attention. I am slightly worrieed that the police will have something to say about it, but am more concerned that my landlord will happen to walk by at the exact moment that I am lighting up. And yet another dilemma exists. The closer I keep the grill to the apartment wall, the more hidden it is, but the more of a fire hazard it becomes. The greater the distance from my apartment wall, the more visible it becomes. And the most conspicuous of all grilling happens with the cooking of the bratwurst. When those soft fresh sausages plump up, their juices start to drip down through the grate and create the most beautiful and fragrant of smokes. Yes, beautiful to me and you, but not as beautiful to my landlord and the SPFD.
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