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its a weekend! finally. kids are such brats, rewarded with "mi amor" and cuddling for temper tantrum, unhuman screaming, throwing yougurt on the floor, etc. its the mom's fault. she's awful. so i spent the day in the city, shopping almost too much, but knowing what things i miss about the markets and italian shops (three pairs of earrings, a hat, and funky jeans, as it turns out), and what i really dont need to buy, despite the three italian men who surrounded me telling me i neeeeded those pumas, when i don't! and they're pumas! i am going to dinner and out later with WU art girls who are living in my old apt! its awesome to really return 'home.' spirits are ok. home improvements help, such as a sponge so i can wasssshhh my dishes, and a makeshift bathroom vanity with sideways unused drawers. there were 50 lbs of nasty old silverware which i sorted and just kept 20 or so of each untensil in the kitchen and the rest in this storage area in the hallway between the bathroom and the rest of the apt--- the hallway that doesn't get heat and that smelled like cigarette from the polish neighbors. yeah for farm and wilderness--- the polish people killed three chickens today for good eating. i am so glad i've already done my chicken-killing, otherwise thier nonchalance would have been frustrating-- its a pretty nasty process: chopping the head off, pulling feathers out... la la la... later