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The Hell With It We went to Tin's for lunch, a good dim sum restaurant in Oakland. I promised to name some of the dishes, but they're not all that easy to see in the photographs and there were other things to talk about. When you carry a camera all the time you have to be circumspect with friends or they stop inviting you to come along after a while. Not too many pictures. MW built a small wall out of the napkin dispenser and the sauces carousel to keep me and my camera at a distance, so I took the hint and replaced the lens cap. The Sole Proprietor is a lone wolf, but he needs some contact with the people in this world and the occasional lunch helps. 
Tomorrow morning the landlord is going to go through my apartment with a
termite inspector as they are preparing to put the house I live in and the
house in front of it on the market. They've been repainting and repairing
both houses and last Monday they planted two trees and a number of shrubs
out front.
I'm not all that excited about having them come through. The place is one great pile of books, camera gear and computers and I'm not sure they will appreciate my cat. Their problem, of course, but I'd rather not go through the process, even if I'm not going to be here when they arrive. Time to find another place with space to spread out. So, I'm going to cut this a little short and wash the dishes, scrub the tub and do something about the cat hair on the living room carpet. If I had a hair I'd say the hell with it. |
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