Rows and rows of chaos
(It is) hard to please everyone. The decision of CBC to postpone Republic of Doyle with figure skating leaves me perplexed. Isn’t there some late night spot, say just before dawn, when watching people turn in circles and jump is appropriate? I’ll have to keep my patience in check for another seven days.
The flea market was very crowded this afternoon. Parking was a guessing game, and we chose to hide behind the building. Inside, a packed house, showing that the search for a bargain interests more and more of us. Just one thing: it takes a keen eye to spot any given article. Rows and rows of chaos. No rhyme or reason.
No bargains for me. That store that sometimes stocks older electronic gear and radios seems to now have a policy of charging top dollar for everything. A ten foot patch cord for a guitrar is NOT worth $10 to anyone. I guess that keeping the store full of goods has taken precedence over actually selling stuff. Not sure the Dragon’s Den would want to invest in such a broken business plan.
I’ve finally found a dog that is fooled by my ability to bark. Must be those long ears (imagine a Cocker spaniel). Filtered frequencies or something. She’s equally perplexed by the dogs that live inside the TV, and the possibility of anything (man, animal, machine) passing by the living room window. A lot of processing for such a small cranium. Our dog wants to help out, but he doesn’t understand why there are so many more interruptions compared to a normal afternoon.
