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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

food stamps fail

This morning we went on a long walk.  We walked past the co-op, past K's house, all the way to Sutter's Fort.  Then we got smoothies.  It was fun.  But I forgot my camera--sorry.

Then we went to M's old place.  We washed two water bottles in the dishwasher and packed up the truck.  I was standing beside the truck, guarding M's stuff, when a Chinese guy walked up to me.  I can safely assume he's Chinese, I think, because M's old place is in a Chinese neighborhood.  Also, he started speaking Chinese to me.  He used plenty of hand gestures, but I still had no idea what he was saying.  He held certain fingers up--you know the "hang loose" hand gesture?  He did that, and I have no idea why.  Then he held up seven fingers, and I don't know what he was doing that for either.  He pointed to Ming's old place and then held up seven fingers.  I'm still trying to figure out what that means.  The Chinese guy and I laughed at our inability to communicate, and he walked away.  I was in front of his house.

Then M and I went to M's garden and watered.  M harvested a ripe cherry tomato and ripe strawberry.  I refused both.  I was still full from my strawberry-banana-apple smoothie.

Then we came home and I had my phone appointment for food stamps.  We make too much money to qualify.

So I was hungry and ate a nectarine and plum (thanks, E) and some of the vegan sweet potato chocolate chip cookies that I baked two nights ago.  Now I can relax for a while.


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