The simplest option
A previous booking of our communal space, by a local community group, left me with few options. I took the simplest one; loaded the two dogs into the car and went for a long ride in the country. Mind you, that’s easy to do, given where we live.
I hadn’t planned ahead, so after a stop for pop ‘n chips (not eaten), I went for a box supper prepared by the elves at the nearest McDo. Not particularly good, but the price was reasonable, and the added attraction of seats with a window view made it all acceptable. To be fair, I don’t go there often. There wasn’t much else to do, as late evening shopping is better found in the city, so we headed for the National Park. Or, at least, the parking lots. The dogs wanted that wander time among the posts and tall weeds.
By now, it was dark. Took me a while to find the “right” road, but nothing is ever far away. We headed for the lighthouse, to kill more time and listen to CBC. Catching up on the morning schedule, the second time around. I’ve learned that there’s a book by Garnet Rogers; adding that to my “must read” list.
Eventually, the dogs pointed me in the direction of home (barking at every other vehicle is a sign of canine boredom), and so I went in and put a chill on the end of the meeting. Part of my life role, etc. And now I’m letting the clock run down until bedtime.
