Never say bitter when you should say better
The fast days of vacation are kept in check by the slow ones. Today is just about over, and I’m digging for details.
We did check on the (exorbitant) price of imported floor tiles. I’m supposed to use the alternative presented by the ever present spell check: important. I think you can detect the nuance. We also went for more ground coffee.
A hint for those that follow… Telling a coffee merchant that the product has a bitter after taste does not qualify as praise. Rather, the reaction is intensely spirited. My water temperature might be to blame. Of course, I knew that.
What else did we do? There was a quick visit to a secret Island laboratory, where spirits are cremated from water and a few other things (the list was never detailed). Needless to say, the installation was light years beyond those found in the back of neighbouring barns, through the ages.
We also went on a media sharing session with the young curator of a local museum. The hour left our friend with new content for historical reflection.
The dog had a restless night. That is a euphemistic way of saying that I had a rest-free night as various alternatives to sleeping in the tent were tested by the hairy one. If we were alone, the muttered barks and whispers would go unnoticed. Here, care is given to keeping the neighbours happy.
We went for lunch at a deck on Queen. Again, too many others to let the dog be himself, but we did our best.
