Daily Diary. Monday May 20. 2024.
I have no more energy, or interest, in a grudge match. So I'm moving on . . .
what i've decided is to plant myself at the intersection of state street and center street with my poet for hire sign (which I have done often in the past) in order to snag the occasional bumpkin who actually pulls into the Fresh Market parking lot to order a poem from me. I'll charge 30 bucks which they can pay by venmo or in cash. They get my poem by email. and the beauty part is that while the poem itself will be AI generated, I will have a forum (albeit of just one person) where I can display any other original poetry or essay I may be working on at the time. In addition, I will be building up an email list that I can use to send out future literary shenanigans. And just so you know, people do occasionally pull up to the curb and hand me money w/o asking for a poem in return; so there's that.
This morning I'm resting for a while before going out. I had a bad night; I had to sit up all night otherwise I started to choke.Amy has put a compress of raw onions around my neck, which seems to be helping.
And I've relapsed into cooking full meals again for the neighbors. That's because we got a new bishop yesterday, Sunday, and one of the first things he did was pull me aside and asked me to continue making free community meals cuz he wants to encourage all the young newlyweds who move into our ward to stop by our place for a free meal and to get to know some of the seniors. who am I to contradict a bishop?
So today I've made lemon salmon loaf, baked potatoes, and a velvet hazelnut cake with buttercream frosting. I'm using ingredients that for the most part have been donated to us. and, over at Smith's they have a 99 cent bag section where you can buy a big bag of produce like potatoes or cabbage that is just about to go bad for 99 cents. I use whatever they've got to make things like funeral potatoes and vegetable soup. I use very little meat -- too damn expensive. I reckon we get about 2 dollars in donations each time we serve a meal nowadays.
At least it keeps me from stealing cars . . .
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