cleaned the kitchen. well, okay, mostly. theres some bits left. took on a couple small, simple but nagging tasks that have been on my list FOREVER. now, GONE.
went to the market and otherwise had a quiet day. at the very last moment, jim took the girls to the zoo (we have memberships) because we were supposed to go with my brother and deanne but then, since they only got up at 2, all plans gradually fell through over the course of waiting for them to get their shit together. i am very annoyed, especially because it was his idea and he invited us.
had a nice chat with Damian today, grabbed him aside for a second from the crazyness that is their table (four people can run that stall under a 20×10 ft tent and its still not enough hands) and he said “oh hey i’ve got something for you” and i said “is it a baby goat?” he said “uhh… a live one?” then we talked about how great it would be to keep a goat kid in the garage and piss off the neighbours “if there was a way to keep ’em quiet that would be fine,” and we talked about how its crazy that Toronto STILL has not allowed backyard chickens. he told me a story of when he brought down some laying hens for someone to keep in their backyard but they had to bring them back about two weeks later. i told him to put me on the list for 6 hens and a couple goat kids in, oh , about two years. he suggested innisville and a good place to buy land. anyway what he had was a pound of ground wild boar. he motioned to the cooler, “dive in there, pick any one you want”. then he took the time out to peel two cucumbers for my girls, who detest cucumber skin. i love my farmers. do the people at metro know your name and keep cucumbers aside (and then peel them) for your kids? no, they do not. They also dont give away ground boar.
i imagine that the farmers markets are more or less these guys social lives. i like to think that we develop friendships with our farmers. the doughnut guys gave our girls extra doughnuts today becasue we missed it last week and cordelia cried about not getting her doughnuts. (it was her fault for being so freakin slow that morning. when we reminded her about how she was too slow and she missed the doughnuts, she picked up speed this morning. one would remember such a traumatic thing as missing out on your doughnuts)
im definitely not pleased with the cruddy, smudged henna. i could try to fix it but i think its at the point of “leave it alone or risk making it worse”. so many times i have wished that there was a way to get henna off faster. people ask me this question all the time too – and no, you can’t, short of peeling off your skin. unfortunately the part that smudged is the the part that’s going to last the longest. dammit. I should just not henna myself, ever. or maybe the smart thing to do would be to a) not do henna past 10:30 at night when i’m too tried to do a good job, and b) not try to henna my own feet. knee+boob combo makes it very difficult.
i have seen a trend towards henna-style tattoos and it makes me uncomfortable – that’s going to be so damn boring in about two weeks, why would you want your whole shoulder to look like some henna-styled flowers? theres some really interesting designs out there and i have copied a few in my head to my mental henna lexicon to pull from later, but seriously, they get boring fast. henna is great because it goes away right around the time you are done with it.