I'm all for the mosque they're still building down the block finally getting going, but I really did not like the beg-a-thon going on down there today. It involved an extremely loud sound system, and the sound bounced off enough buildings between here and there that all I could really hear was a loud human voice. I couldn't hear what it was actually saying. When the loud got really annoying, I went out, and that's when I found out what was going on. While I was waiting for the bus, the man with the microphone was trying to get $100,000 donations from the crowd. By the time the bus got there, he'd come down to $10,000, and got three. (That's the number of litanies of "May Allah bless this person..." he went off on, anyway.)
What I went out for (other than to get away from the loud) was a research trip, mostly. I was looking for door cloths, or sheets, or something, because I have half of an idea and I want to see if the other half will work. The answer to which being, not for cheap it won't. I'm better off buying fabric myself and borrowing a sewing machine for an afternoon, or buying twin sheets and picking seams out. I was sort of looking for curtains like I had once, and I know they came from Urban Outfitters, but that was a while ago and Urban Outfitters' entire stock of everything has suffered an attack of the Galloping Uglies since then.
Since I was in Harvard Square, I decided to go off on an Expedition. I wanted ricotta salata to go with the leftover barley stuff from last week and I knew Formaggio Kitchen was around the dentist's office somewhere, so I went hiking off up Concord Ave. Next time I should look up the address first. (Anybody who knows me probably knows where this is going by now.) I was, of course, walking down the wrong street. So now I know where the Fresh Pond rotary is in relation to Harvard Square, and I did find the Hi-Rise Bakery, which has some truly evil chocolate shortbread sandwich cookies. I bought two on the way back to Harvard Square.
Having struck out finding Formaggio Kitchen, I decided the next best place to look for ricotta salata would be the Shaw's in Brighton. I'm slightly ashamed of myself for taking the train between Harvard St. and Brighton Ave., but in my defense, my feet hurt, and I didn't want to deal with Yet Another Set of Blisters. I struck out at Shaw's too, and got disgruntled and went to the Super 88 because I wanted fruit.
Hooray for the Super 88. I ended up with apples and strawberries and ingredients for stirfry and various other things. I did walk back to Harvard St., only because there was no outbound train in sight. For once I didn't get passed by the train two minutes later, either.
I don't know what possessed the bus-taking public on the way home, but the bus was a disaster. People getting on at both doors, people refusing to get out of other people's way, people giving me dirty looks because I couldn't get out of their way for want of anywhere to go...the crowning glory was a man who made a snide remark because the only way I could get out of the way was to sit down, so I got up again so he could have the seat, and then he didn't even want it. GRR. At least I got home eventually.
I've been bitten by the not-cooking bug, so it seems. Last night's dinner/today's lunch came from Blue Ribbon in Arlington (3 hours round trip on 2 buses each way for takeout; yes, I am insane), and tonight's dinner/tomorrow's lunch came from the Super 88 food court. I've tried making saag paneer myself, but the Indian place in the Super 88 food court does it better. Besides, I needed something by way of green vegetables today.
I'm considering the places I could be going tonight, and I really want to go to two of them, but my feet hurt too much for one and my budget hurts too much for either (one involves a cab and the other involves hiking up to the Fenway movie theater.)
I could conceivably get the whole moving vs. flying to Detroit problem settled if I moved on August 18. I should see if that's possible.
Today I got a letter confirming that my loan consolidation is going to happen but hasn't happened yet. Once it happens, my budget for loan payments will be $160 smaller every month. This is a very happy thing. (The interest rate is a less happy thing, but 7.3% fixed is still better than 7.94 that could go up to 8.25.)
I like The Impossible Quiz
. They've got about the same sense of humor I do. Pretty much every time I answer a question wrong, it's because I look at the right answer and think "well, if I wrote the question, it would be that answer, but it wasn't me." And then it's the right answer anyway. My only complaint is they're fairly British in places and as an American I sometimes don't get the jokes.
I think my next tattoo will have to have a Zen circle in it somewhere. Going back to Oberlin and getting a phone call there about possible translation work sort of closed a loop I didn't even realize was open.
I really am fairly random today. Thank goodness I don't HAVE to be organized.