Late night strolling
The dog hinted strongly that we needed to go for a moonlight stroll, earlier. After checking the windspeed (mosquito protocol) and finding a flashlight, we headed up the road to allow certain necessary movements. Funny how the dog seems less dependent on an artificial light than me. Or maybe he just doesn’t care about the scenery.
Anyhow, we’re back. Trying to shop for storage boxes, online, to hold small items. Must be careful to read the measurements twice, or else I could own some tiny boxes. Might be worth a visit to a hardware store. If I were more manually inclined, I would construct my own, but with age comes rational thinking. I could spend lots of time and end up with something that failed the aesthetic test. Hardly my goal.
I’m continuing to read Peter May novels. This time around, the China series. The man has serious licks. I’m convinced that I’m in a small police station in Beijing, unable to understand the vernacular. He’s already done this to me, with his Gaelic series. Like I said, mad skills.
We missed the holiday in town, including the big parade, and the major gasoline leak, and the race that seems to hold people’s attention for more than two minutes. Maybe next year we’ll venture out, and pretend to be amazed by the closed streets and crowds of people. There was a time when I would have been right downtown, with a camera, capturing the images. Not any more. That, also, is a sign that I’m getting older.
