New duds and a dud torch parade
It takes that “little shove” (sometimes) to get me moving and doing… yesterday my angst over going shopping was obvious. Today, I went, I bought, I came home. A personal version of that thing Caesar said: veni, vidi, vici. Without the bloodshed or need to build roads and march in step for miles.
Even better, I came in under budget. My choice in the style of coat I wanted was reasonably clear, so when the clerk accosted, I was ready with a want list. This, and this, and this. The clerk responded with “there”. And, it was true. A coat that fit, with pockets that would keep my stuff safe during the bumpy ride on a city bus. Waterproof, to protect me from late bus arrivals. Light enough that I won’t have to spend time working out. Dark, in case my urban explorer mood strikes. I even bought a polar to keep me warm; there might be snow before there are flowers.
That being done, I went for a coffee and then headed home. Not even late for supper, now that’s a great shopping trip. Inspired by my own prose.
The Olympic Torch debacle continues. City after city, country after country, the protesters have the route better mapped out than the planners. When the news broadcast yesterday morning predicted troubled times in Paris, and then followed less than five minutes later with an “extinguished” bulletin, it made the police seem ineffective. When the parade was all over the map avoiding protesters in San Francisco, the message was clearer. This time around, the Olympic games are going to have a certain amount of political content.
