Obsessive compulsive impulsive travels
There are those that shop impulsively. There are those that eat impulsively/compulsively. Let me add another classification: those that travel impulsively to shop for somewhere to eat. Forget close, when there’s a tank of gas and clear roads. We’re going to town.
Second time this week, and there are other trips that will add to our substantial logs. Today, we headed into the city centre, finding free parking in an older area where the meter is still an urban legend. Over to the Downtown Deli for a mid-afternoon lunch (easier to get a table once the rush has ended). My chicken shawarma was excellent and I heard similar praise for the hummus platter. One interrogation.
The menu board, written in coloured chalks, offers smoked meat sandwiches. We’ve enquired, for the last three summers, and each time there has been none available. Waiting for a shipment from Montreal… Maybe it’s time to put brackets, or simply erase the entry from the menu board.
We spent some time with family, comparing ebook readers and wondering aloud at the efforts made to avoid non-friendly bugs. Do I really want a screened porch in the next house, if the threat level remains at ORANGE?
On the way home, we witnessed a traffic fatality, involving Jack Hare. Bunny mummies, teach your progeny to look both ways before making that “mad hare dash”. Some drivers react badly to incidents like this.
Another thing to add to the “to do” list when deciding on the style of a new house. Don’t place the sleeping area so far from the toilets. I made a mid-night run from the tent to you know where, and it was really, really dark out there. Thankfully the huge bus has moved to another area.
