Keep the mode local. That means having coffee and buns at the picnic table. No sprint to the city for a sit down brunch. Somehow, I doubt that a restaurant would tolerate my stringing a dipole across the table while testing the travel radio gear, so the decision to do things in camp is logical.
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Think of the wind and rain as a welcome to the campground. Little matter. The dog simply curled into a tight ball under the picnic table, we shrugged in unison about the almost inclement weather and rolled over for another round of “on the ground”. Feels good.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Go oldschool to eat | 264 words
Early morning starts are highly overrated. Even the intention is due to an overdose of optimism. In keeping with the usual scheme of things, we aimed high, fell short and accepted that being on the road by 06h15 is the functional equivalence to the forecast four o’clock.
posted in travel | Comments Off on An early enough getaway | 251 words
Go back to sleep, child. It’s not Christmas. That’s not the sound of tiny hooves drumming on the roof; more likely to be size 10 s, and the drumming is actually hammering. The roofers called, and they want to do the job a month early. No child, not a dream.
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Free as the breeze; more than a slogan, and far from reality. Quebec is in full preparation for a departure. Sometime next week (OK, the date and time are public knowledge), some very expensive and high-tech sailboats will depart for St-Malo in France. Only an ocean away.
posted in sports | Comments Off on Watching the preparations | 256 words
Time to take a break from The Dance. The musical interlude started this morning, when my desktop icons changed order and alignment. Yes, this is the wonderful world of Windows, where the next viral infection is just a step to the left…
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Commitment: the decision to ride in the Tour de France. Try to find another team sport that requires better than three weeks and two thousand miles of hilly highway to reach a climax. As seen from the air, the participants are dressed in jerseys that look like a collision between a rainbow and a NASCAR hood. From the ground, think of the fastest you’ve ever gone on your bicycle and accept that “those guys” would probably be faster going uphill. Not for the rest of us, the chaos of the crashing peloton.
posted in sports | Comments Off on My tour of France | 289 words
Need proof that this is a “too hot for comfort” kind of summer: I went in the pool today. Voluntarily.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on Surprised by the posted prices | 263 words
Since I’m not ready to travel, just yet, I did the next best thing. I travelled; just for the day, and in a there and back again loop. Think of this as warming up for the real run.
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The flea market visit was a disappointment, yesterday. Closed stalls and all that stuff (locked away). I returned for a second try, this afternoon. More access to other people’s stuff, but nothing to entice coins from my palm. Or maybe I’m getting my own supply of stuff, and the next step will be applying for a home flea market kit. Time will tell.
posted in environment | Comments Off on Perplexed about the palette of choices (for vacation ideas) | 257 words
