Lazy hazy days
We awoke to the smell of burning wood this morning. Outside the tent, we could see our breath, just like a morning in March, but the effect was due less to cold than humidity. A windswept ocean creates waves and mist, and we were in a bank of moisture, with sunlight providing an interesting cross illumination. Yes, I took pictures. Our mattress is now a regular rug by morning, so we’ll have to replace that in time for next year.
Facebook gave the indication that son #2 is malnourished, since he is now dreaming about curried pork. Hold fast, oh young grasshopper, and we’ll return to regular kitchen routine soon, enhanced by the pots we purchased at the Paderno Blowout Sale yesterday afternoon. Try to picture a hockey arena transformed into a kitchen supply centre. Pots and pans by the thousands, and a horde of cooks all trying to balance their budgetary restrictions with an enthusiasm over the renewal of those pans that no longer sit flat on anything except a sandpile. We spent more than we planned, but we might be too early for next year’s sale.
I’m not having much luck tracking down people this morning. Souris is a much larger place than one would think when seeking familiar faces. I blame it on the tourist trade. We did go for tea at Pinkie’s (her coffee machine hasn’t arrived yet), and the pot was more than ample. We don’t have to go into town today, because my lenses can’t be installed until after golf time. Tomorrow, when the sun should be out for real.
