Eyes, circles, and fungal growths. Ballpoint pen, Sharpie marker, various coloured markers, bingo dabber, white gel pen. The recto is a tipped-in newsprint bingo card, saved from our payouts while working the volunteer sessions at the bingo.
Month: February 2025
drinks diary, 29 & 31 january 2014
Jasmine tea with lunch at Basil Court, ginger beer with dinner at Terra Cotta Pizzeria. Ballpoint pen and markers.
important Shorty update!
You might remember a few weeks ago I mentioned that Shorty had shown up here after an absence of more than three weeks. That was 3 January, and she didn’t show up again until this past Saturday, 8 February. Long enough that I’d done all of my rationalising, reminding myself four years old is pretty old for an urban squirrel et cetera. And then Saturday morning I looked out my bedroom window and there was her familiar bald back and scraggly short tail popping up out of the hole in the lid of our neighbour’s garbage bin. And today she came and sat with me and gently took walnuts out of my hand while I froze on the concrete step in my bathrobe in -12°C on her behalf. I’m so relieved to have her back.
blue sketchbook, pages 30 & 31
Lots of layers on the verso with spirograph, fungal growth, folding spacetime, and a bird. The recto is a tipped in newsprint bingo card (this is the back) with some stuff Profesora was saying in Spanish class. That little antler wiener character is giving a bit of side eye to Tito wishing his girlfriend would drink some beers.
Ballpoint pen, Sharpie marker, coloured markers, white gel pen, opaque white paint marker.
drinks diary, 24 january 2014
Ballpoint pen and markers. Still trying to cut back on coffee but then we went to Windsor Palace, a very good Iraqi restaurant in our neighbourhood, where I undid it all with Turkish coffee. Totally worth it.
This place makes one of the best lentil soups I’ve ever had.
drinks diary, 18 january 2014
Ballpoint pen (black, blue, red, green) and markers.
Working midnight shift at the bingo hall on a day when I had foolishly thought would be my first day of giving up coffee and I lasted about five minutes in the dismal bingo hall lighting where you can’t tell if it’s day or night. Giving up coffee was a bad idea anyway, I’m never going to do it.
One woman got bingo four times in a row that night.