Eat, shop, dream
I’m not a strong believer in the “breakfast is the most important meal of the day” school of nutrition. A quick coffee and off I go to face my world. Except that, if the opportunity to have a good three egg, potato, three meat plate presents itself, why not?
We were up at the crack of dawn (no, it doesn’t sound like a whip, nor does it present a flawed firmament). Might as well get a table at the Sheltered Harbour Cafe, with lots of hot coffee and a cook that cares. Good choice; we were ready to face the crowds at the Paderno Blowout Sale before long. We now own enough cookware to avoid dishwashing part way through a meal preparation, but it’s fun to look and play bumpercarts with the agressive members of society.
There are certain parents that should have their licenses revoked. I’m peeved at the kind that believe their children are so cute that it provides invincibility; please, don’t release your fry into the frenzied circle of cartpusher in a pan sale. Nobody was killed during our stay, but the temptation to throttle the “Look! A Juicer” father figure was strong, very strong.
Pot lids are now a rare SKU in both the sale site and the causeway boutique, and I am disappointed. A balm to my pain came from Cows, where the ice cream is very good.
Today, we went to another house store, and we have seen the quality line. Based on four model homes, we’ll be taking a close look at the Kent product line. The quoted cost is still within our budget dream, and the woman on duty on a Saturday afternoon (extremely knowledgeable) has confirmed that you can vary the basic “black line drawing” (the evolution of the blueprint) to the limits of engineering. In other words, we’ll be able to get the house we want, at close to the price we want to pay, in a reasonable time frame. Now, that’s good news.
