Wet tourists
The winds howled and the desk chairs moved from place to place. Rattle and moan, to paraphrase Bono’s gang. Little matter, because we were safely tucked away in a friendly bed in a friendly cottage. The other members of our extended family are now out of vacation chits, but we’ll muddle on.
We took the rainy day tour down around Rocky Point. Pretty, green, blurred. There was something sad about a group of golfers crowded around a hole on a wet green on the course we passed. Of course it was green; what else do you get when the humidity levels can be calculated visually?
It’s rare for us to be in the Capital before stores open. Downtown was uncrowded; parking for free everywhere. Little matter, since we had other things to do. Like having a leisurely breakfast at Smittys.
The food quality remains constant, year after year, and the bottomless coffee cup is almost as good as being at home. If I don’t eat again today, it shouldn’t matter, because I’ve obeyed that rule of good nutrition.
I’m connected to the rest of the world via the friendly (free) wireless in the Confederation Centre library. My spouse’s computer even “knew” the WEP key from last summer’s visits, but this little beauty (the netbook) is a quick study. My need to post has been fulfilled, and I’ve recovered a copy of my family research data, forgotten at home in the wake of a quick departure. Good backup habits are their own reward.
