a day in the life of piano monkey

this morning, i headed to the local loblaws early, trying to get some milk; i dont drink milk, but housemate does. and as he's got such crap immunity, i thought i would go get it for him.  shop was bit mad, and everyone was crossed that things move 'so slow.' *glad i dont have to go into that shop for awhile. there's LOTS of entitlement going on, lol. when i got to the cashier, i realized that i could not find my grocery bag. so i paid for stuff, and then went back into the shop, looking for this bag. it was nowhere to be found, after doing 3 full round of the whole shop, so i left. i asked at the main office of my building, to see if anyone had picked up an orange reusable bag with a doggie on it, and by chance, a contract worker who was chilling by the lobby said he's seen it. 'ive seen you go out today, and there was an orange cloth bag at the back. and a caretaker picked it up and put it in one of the garbage steel dump load.' he came out with

:christ washing the disciples' feet, tintoretto https://youtu.be/WyqdRfRXKW0 in this time of weirdness, lots of things changed. instead of mad ride through rehearsals, juries and concerts, i am largely unoccupied. unoccupied, meaning unemployed, unutilized, perhaps even unawake. instead of running fast to put in that obligatory 5k run first thing in the morning, i am walking, somewhat aimlessly, slow, with lots of time to look around, seeing things that i havent seen YET in all places that i thought i knew, and finding new places that i have never seen. i knew about some foodbanks around my area, but i have never seen the line up. till last week. i did a shift at local community kitchen today. this is the first time in a long while that i could chip in physically. i usually send money, as it's easy, and i dont have to be there. it's been said, that the most important thing is to be there. i wasnt, cuz i was busy. im a seasonal worker. it would be really c