Picking a fine table
Sitting over by the fire hall, I can’t help but notice that their free wi-fi now has a name that reflects the status. A change made over the last couple of days; are they getting that much traffic here in the parking lot?
I took the time to charge the new Kobo. The firmware update had already been applied by the store, which saves me from endless comparisons of the two versions, and removes any risk of bricking the device (mistakes happen). I’ve also moved some of my ebooks onto an extra SD card; the classics are great literature, but sometimes I feel the need to read something written after the invention of, well, just about everything.
We’ve moved to another campsite; sort of a shuffle to the right, to make way for people with actual reservations. I don’t mind, and the grass under the tent was in need of a shot of sunlight. The whole move, including our beloved picnic table and all associated kitchen supplies took a matter of minutes. A chance to do something other than “veg out” in the fresh sea air.
Supper came and went at a nearby restaurant. This evening, we voted on the basis of “which business actually needs our support”, rather than using distance or price or menu choices as a deciding factor. Newness is a virtue, but in the agressive world of feeding tourists, many are called but few stay for more than a couple of seasons. Something to do with banks operating year round and figuring that the rest of the world has money.
