Gingerbread

On January 3, 2005 by Eden M. Kennedy

Not to compare myself to or make light of the devastating international situation, but preschooldaycare is open again, my boss went to India for three weeks, and I am home alone at 1:47 on a Monday afternoon recovering from two weeks in a shrinking apartment entertaining a three-year-old while it poured rain outside every fucking day. Hooray! Should I have a margarita now or wait until it’s five o’clock in Bangor, Maine?

This is a picture of a barber shop on Victoria Street. It’s owned by a man named Franco and he wasn’t there this morning so I couldn’t take his picture for you, but he is handsome and very friendly and has impeccable hair. He decorates his tiny building like a gingerbread house every year in the hope of winning some building-decorating award that I don’t know about. So I don’t know if he won this year or not but the holidays are over and he’ll be taking it all down soon so I thought I should get a shot for you before it was gone.

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