Journal Entry – Fri Sep 18

I had trouble sleeping last night. I was tossing and turning. I finally got out of bed at 2 am and I ended up watching Annabelle Comes Home (2019) – Matt joined me. He couldn’t sleep either. We went back to bed around 4:30 am.

Matt had his online French class and when he showed me his assignment, I was like wtf. The teacher scanned a document, sent it as an image and they are supposed to translate it. Problem is, you can barely read the thing. He said his teacher told him to print it and to “try his best.” If you can’t effin’ read it, what is he supposed to try his best at? AND if I print a shitty image, I’m gonna get a shitty print out. UGH!!!

I hate lazy! Take pride in your work and do your fuckin’ job! I don’t understand why this guy couldn’t provide a better image or a better assignment in fact. Why can’t they use Google Translate? Why is translating even an assignment? This is why people hate school – there is nothing engaging about having to translate a document. Just writing about it is upsetting me again!

So I wrote to his teacher, in my angry pissed off way – but I read the email out loud and softened it before sending, requesting that he please send a high quality pic otherwise my son will not be able to complete the assignment. Matt was concerned cause he figured if I say something to the teacher he will pick on him or treat him like crap (which is a valid concern, sad to say). I got an auto reply so I forwarded my email to the vice principal with a copy of the image attached. I received a prompt reply with an apology and a note that Matt doesn’t have to complete the assignment.

Universal income discussions are bubbling to the surface again, likely because of COVID. I have always supported universal income and will continue to do so. People should not have to worry about basics needs EVER. Paying rent, keeping the lights on, feeding your family, feeling safe in your community, access to clean water and proper health care – those are human rights, which means that every human is entitled to them. My blood’s starting to boil. Let’s talk about something else – if I could change the world.

I bought a mandoline – I used to have one several years ago, I don’t know what happened to it but I never replaced it. Now that I have this new one, I wonder how I lived without it for so long. I told the kids I would make a batch of pizza dough, sauce and basil pesto this weekend but right now I really don’t feel like it. I was hoping my basil plant will survive the winter but it looks like it’s dying already.

I’m gonna try making dal makhani next week cause I can’t go to my favourite Indian restaurant. If that fails then I will make the yellow split peas dal like my mom used to make. We’d eat that with fried fish, red snapper I think, and white rice with our fingers. What’s with all the different spellings anyway – I’ve seen dal, daal and dhal.

People are going about their business, walking dogs, kicking balls, throwing frisbees, playing tag. I wrote a poem, inspired by my boss’ daughter. I will post it later.

Tomorrow I am heading back to my fav supermarket, Galleria. I’m looking forward to getting those strips of melt-in-your-mouth beef again – Salt, black pepper, 30 seconds on each side and then you plate it with some chimichurri. So good! I think I will make that with this potatoes in garlic cream recipe from my Tawâw cookbook. I also have a request from Dee’s gf for oxtail. It’s going to be a busy weekend in the kitchen.

Cheers! To food, family, friends and fun!

Hooray for the weekend.

Feature Photo Credit: @skillieskil via Twenty20

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