…So I’m killing time at some art event last night, and I notice someone’s got a committee member nametag that says Marilyn Churley. The name was printed, so I couldn’t match it to the signature that Ontario residents saw on elevator licenses for many years, but it turned out that it was indeed the former minister of Consumer and Commercial relations. For someone so tightly tied to elevators (in my mind anyway), I thought she’d be taller. I wasn’t feeling very social last night, and I didn’t have my camera with me, which is kinda too bad because it looks like she’s the NDP’s environment critic these days, so we might’ve had something to talk about. In theory. More likely, I’d just keep talking about the elevators. Oh well, my coworkers will be impressed, even if you’re not.
Due to ongoing pain in my right hand and wrist, I’ve started to use my left hand for more stuff, both to give my right a rest and to warm it up in case the situation worsens. You won’t believe how many little muscles are in the hand, and how weak some of them can be. I couldn’t even eat half of my meal with chopsticks. Of course, these were right handed chopsticks, so I had a bit of a handicap.
I’ve picked up a $3 a day kale habit, which means I need my job more than ever. My goal now is to have the strangest possible diet to alienate anyone who asks me what vegans eat. Since most of these questions come up while people are eating, and Carol Adams says it’s a lousy time to talk about vegetarianism anyway, I figure it’s no great loss. This diet plan is easier to accomplish than my earlier idea of spreading the protein-carbohydrate-fat breakdown over a week, so you eat nothing but carbs for 4 days, just protein for 2, and, yeah, it’s the idea of a day of nothing but fat that stopped me. Ugh.