A sheep with an order
As someone who is (blissfully) unaware of the nuances of the colour wheel, the last few days have been “interesting”. Watching others search for complements to the yellow tones of birch in a slab of ersatz granite can be food for humorous thought, or an invitation to take the dog for another walk.
We’ve finished the selections for the counters and floors in the new house. Note my use of “the”; as of late this morning, our (final?) choice was made, and the contractual obligations will follow in short order. I hope. This call to the dance started almost a month ago, has involved four different manufacturers and a chance to learn how much a dream grows in value with every visit to a decorating store.
The choice required some realignment of our values, as well. More isn’t synonymous with “better” or “necessary”. Now I’m required to downsize.
For the afternoon, we headed around the loop that Islanders call the Acadian Region. Some changes since my last visit to the area. We stopped for coffee and cake in a small village (sic) devoted to music; time to add some Vishten to my discotheque.
And now we’re back in camp, tired. The day really did start at dawn, given the two hour trot to the Bridge. Best sighting of the day: a very noisy sheep in the back of a half-ton, in the drive-thru at Timmy’s in Cornwall. Loud enough for us to roll down the windows and seek the sound source. Loud enough to interrupt commerce inside the coffee shop. Do sheep order “double double” like other Canadians?
