The unbearable lightness of peeing

Slept pretty badly again, but managed at least to get some sleep. But, grumpy all day. A glorious day, nonetheless, and did a fair bit of cataloguing and organising. Ottawacker Jr. starts his cookery camp today, at the C’est Bon Teen Chef Summer Camps. He was doing the bakery option – again, with his sweet tooth – and decided he wanted to do it all himself. This meant catching the bus downtown with his equipment, finding the building, introducing himself to the camp organisers, doing the bakery, bringing himself home again afterwards. Just let me point out how impressive I find this. As a 12-year-old in Liverpool, I would never, ever have done this. I went to a chess congress once in the city centre and I felt like I needed an armed bodyguard. I didn’t, of course, Liverpool was very safe; but I had nowhere near the levels of self-confidence that Ottawacker Jr. has. Part of me is afraid this is down to the fact that nothing unpleasant has really ever happened to him – and that he won’t know how to react when it does; the other part feels this is normal, and he will be in a good position to deal with it when it does. Fingers crossed.
 
Anyway, he successfully navigated all of the obstacles and came back laden with a small serving of churros and chocolate sauce and another serving of caramel sauce. I believe this was a large serving when he caught the bus, but that is the prize for putting yourself out there – and the price for not dropping him off and picking him up.
 
I spent the day doing various things, including playing host to the furnace and air conditioner repair man, who came merely to service both things. Thankfully it was a very pleasant day, so I didn’t have to sit in the 40+° heat while he fiddled. Instead, we had all the windows open and aired the house out with a pleasant breeze.
 
For dinner, I made pork chops, apple sauce and pasta. For dessert, I opened a can of frothy beer all over my clothes, causing gales of laughter from the peanut gallery. When I said that was enough from the peanut gallery, they both thought I said “penis gallery” and lost all control. As you can see from the photo, it also looks like I lost control. But I didn’t. I hadn’t. I don’t… yet.