Bragging rights only
I accept that there isn’t any need to go to town every day. However, once or twice a week is not in excess. The spirit cries out for bookstores. Used and new. A variety of prices and titles. Friendly owners that believe in customer satisfaction.
And the spirit requires variety in food. Fish is good, but the occasional boiled dinner is worth the hour spent on the highway. The courtesy of a senior manager stopping by the table to see that we’ve survived the monotony of a metropolitan winter is dessert for the soul.
You can guess that my rainy day in town went well. We didn’t purchase a matched pair of ukuleles; saving that for a future excursion. I did look at other instruments in the equivalent of a pawnshop, and we will be gifting a friend with an ebook. There’s also another Flip in the video toolkit.
The dog (never far from us) has learned to insist when his needs become pressing. A paw on the shoulder, and clawmarks if ignored too long. A farmer’s field, a mall lot, behind the campus; all equal.. I found another bag of kibble, so starvation will be avoided. We care for our pet, and he cares about us. Symbiosis.
We decided to go for pizza before returning east, at a restaurant that maintains bragging rights on a “secret recipe going back to 1975.” From where I sit, they got the rights, not the recipe…
The price of gas jumped over the weekend, to $1.21/l which serves as a reminder about how greedy the Quebec government remains. $1.33/l, for the record. As an aside, the writ has been dropped in Quebec, which means a month of meaningless chatter. More the pity.
