A Prickly Day

The building is being inspected this week.  An annual hooha to ensure that it meets funding criteria for the next fiscal year.  Gotta make sure the old folks aren't tangled up in frayed electrical cords and that the closet doors slide easily.  I wasn't here for the show last year; so I am hanging around.  Not that anyone would snoop through MY underwear drawer; but what if somebody DID?  Oh ick.

Anyway it's just like waiting for the cable guy.

Of course I am using the time wisely to scroll old entries in my favorite design/inspiration blogs. Can you spell "procrastination?"  Deep into 2009 of design frog when all of a sudden I notice the words no longer make any sense.  Not me.  The translator simply quit and all the words were in Swedish.  (Dutch?  Finnish?)  I'm not a language snob, but it's just not as much fun to troll when I don't know what is really going on.

Prickly.

Now I am going to download some photos. 

OK.  Done with that.  I must say, that is one computer chore that I can do without fear.

Yes, these are pictures of olive loaf. It is probably composed of pink slime and the olives swept up after the closing of a condemned restaurant.  I don't care.  I love it.  And what I love best about it is that it is (or was) my Biggest Little Brother's favorite lunchmeat.  Lunchmeat.  Doesn't the word alone just make you want to retch?

Anyway my childhood favorite was olive loaf's bigger, slightly ritzier sister ham and cheese loaf.  I lost my taste for it some time ago; so Brother may have switched loyalties, too.

But I thought of him and bought a package.  And I thought of him as I ate sandwiches on dark rye, slathered with mayo and stuffed with olive loaf.  And so it's gone.

Doesn't matter.  I will buy more.  Can't wait to see him.