Over here, a side-door model
I was prepared, if copying addresses from Yellow Pages listings counts. The amount of new information I had on hand after driving in and out and up and down the road; minimal. The intent was to lean more about ICF. The result came down to a simple realization that finding a qualified contractor will depend on luck and personal recommendations. Take that, Cult of the Phonebook.
With imminent rain showers, it was time to visit a box store for weekend hammer wield ears. Yes, the stick differs slightly from “the ones at home”. Sadly, it doesn’t solve much. There was a bathtub with a side-entry door… Overpriced and of dubious quality. There was a good selection of bathroom vanities. Some tools I might like to own some day. And shelter from the rain.
The next target: Target. Only the name has changed; the median of goods from China, at prices that match, not beat, the competition. Again shelter from the rain.
By now, I despaired of accomplishing much, so the dog and I shared my leftover sandwich and then we chose to sit in the car and listen to CBC. Refuge for a weary tourist. The sale at my favourite clothing store found me with two more swimsuits; you know, just in case.
With a decline in the humidex, we opted for a real (indoor, sit down) meal. Don’t tell the hairy fellow; he thought we were shopping.
And now I’m chilling… The AC fan in our room started squealing, and the cheap solution involved changing the speed setting to high.
