It’s Saturday, and I’m at a loss about what to write. Today was a day without detail. I tried; some shopping, some cooking, some delivering food and medication to a sick gas bar employee. Nothing that would interest the world, or bring in a news crew from the major networks with cameras and satellite trucks.
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There’s no sense in waiting for a cold snap before shopping for new electric baseboard heaters, I always say. No, really, I always say stuff like that, in the hope that I can distract the other person. Thus avoiding a trip to the huge hardware store. Didn’t work.
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Without hyperbole, bad coffee is just plain wrong. We’ve returned from close to a month of access to our personal espresso world. Conclusion: in a proper universe, only good java would be allowed.
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“Building” the computer you want is good. I’ve done a few over the years, usually on top of the kitchen table (for workspace) or on top of the kitchen stove (for the overhead lighting). Even a combination of the two when the last screw hole seemed to be hiding from me. Saving money also helps in the rationalization of the whole thing. Doing so, online, virtually, has been less of a resounding success.
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The excuse of being on vacation doesn’t hold much water when the travel part is over. It’s time to get “back in the saddle”, time for putting on the old routine (well-worn clothes). Time to put the house in order.
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The end of the trip blues have hit, even though the road to home is still hours long. The motel in Rivere-Madeleine was a quick packup. Coffee in Ste-Anne-des-Monts was even quicker, and then we started the last leg of the Gaspé.
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The road from Caplan to Percé is known to me, in the detail only a cyclist can appreciate. In fact, even with a lapse of a quarter century, the road remained the same. Only the cosmetic details had changed.
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With a destination (finally) in view, we were a goal-directed group of voyageurs this morning, leaving our camp (a motel room with continental breakfast) for the portage across northern New Brunswick. The roads are great, but the vast stretches of fence without wire (I know, they’ll fix that part) to keep the moose in custody seemed odd, especially after three weeks on the Island where moose and deer are only found in encyclopediae. Perhaps the animals are so large that they catch their shoulders on the fenceposts and the wire is not needed. The signs with an antlered beast towering over a car would leave you with that impression.
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We started the day by a visit with a Mountie. Nothing untoward; the ghost car was parked beside ours, we looked inside and received an invitation to sit inside. The front seat. Actually an act of public relations. Surprising how two years on the road can wear down a fine automobile.
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Today we went to Acadie. The drive north from Inverness goes from wooded steep hills to a bare shore land at Margaree Harbour, and the region of Cheticamp begins. The topography, architecture and language, all at once.
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