Saturday

First things first: at twelve-oh-three, central time, Sunshine and I crossed our hearts, promising not to do a damn thing all day long. We spent our time in front of the TV instead. Happy Day Off, everybody. Since there isn't much to write about today, I'll just rewrite yesterday's post with different facts. For the last two and a half days it's been difficult to sleep late. But Friday it exceeded its normal loud state. During our two and a half weeks of intermittent rain, constant construction and renovation in our neighborhood dampened as workers hauled expensive tools out of the wet. Even the workers who sit on our wall and drill all day (neighbors are building a deck) have been laying low. This last day of Summer, however, they were still drilling away after dark. Then, a great discovery: ants were heading over the threshold and into the kitchen from our little alley. Kitchen Fresh Lemon Lysol only sort of makes them irritable. There were many on the counters and an enormous quantity lined-up around the refrigerator, and crowding at the bottom of the dishwasher. Ants are something I don't want, and I spent hours getting every last one of them washed down the sink and hosing them out of the alley. After, we ate Greek food near the MARCO. It is interesting that such a simple meal--cliché, even--can still be one of the most remarkable feasts I regularly eat. I am a garides saganaki fan, and what I ate last night was just jaw-dropping; or rather, the food was so good that my jaw dropped shut on it over and over. The tzatziki and homemade pita were so utterly, humbly, calmly perfect that I immediately got lost in eating, finishing up far too fast. [Cavin]