No eggs any more
Memory won’t get you fed. This morning, we remembered that a particular bakery in Montague “did” breakfast. We went on down, and then we learned that things change with the passing years. Yes, I had coffee and cinnamon rolls, but the bacon and eggs and bacon will have to wait. Although, I did have a good feed of bacon in town, yesterday, so I’ll be OK for another day or two.
But, there was a newspaper, which set off the Paderno disease, which saw us into town to purchase even more shiny pans. Our kids think we’re nuts. Our neighbours at the campground think the same. The woman at the cash register recognized me. This is not a good sign…
Enough of the big city lights. Today, the new bicycle needed to roll along the right of way, so while the dog and I relaxed in St. Peter’s, the new (and proud) owner donned her helmet and left Morell eating her dust. Sort of.
Back in Souris, we returned to the Sheltered Harbour Café for a post-boat lunch. Things get relaxed after the horn sounds. At the next table, tourists with too many accumulated riches; they spent the whole meal discussing how to sell stuff off. Ton-size sculptures. Lots of lots of land. A need to upscale their dining. Too much information.
And then, a quiet afternoon. Even went for a nap before sundown, which means that my night may run late. Last night, it stormed. Tonight, I’ll recall the soundtrack. And tomorrow… let’s leave that for tomorrow.
