This is a quick summation of “events” that occurred this week and, for whatever reason, are scratched on the surface of my tiny brain. Insignificant observations that will surely be lost by next week’s end. And that’s probably a very good thing.
Sunday – sleeping in and listening to the radio would have been as profitable as going to market, though it was a pretty day and the après market barbecue with venisondogs was more filling than airwaves—literally, not metaphorically.
Monday – so immersed in trying to keep up with J-kwa, Gail, and Kathy on the tennis court that I forgot I was feeling sick and couldn’t see properly, either. Did amazingly well, considering. At about 7:30, we all noticed an almost tropical warmth enveloping us, and we oohed at the magnificence of the big, white moon illuminating the sky. It was such a gorgeous night, rather than go in, I wandered around downtown. Not much happening. The place was dead, which is entirely normal—and not just for a Monday night.
Tuesday – did not go to a movie. Therefore, did not see Resident Evil, Ladder 49, The Forgotten, Without a Paddle, Mr. 3000, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, Cellular, or Paparazzi. That’s a lot of movies for one little town, isn’t it? But why all the crap?
Wednesday – big event: decided to start blogging; Renée convinced me it was a good idea, but I don’t think this is what she had in mind. Unrelated: I phoned Jack at his brother’s place in Oliver. He seemed less than thrilled to hear from me. Must have been terribly distracted; he didn’t even ask about his bloody cat, who, by the way, appears not to be missing him in the least.
Thursday – hmmm, not much. Some government type announced a $2.4 million injection into some aquaculture research (read scientific) stuff that will be HQ’d in the new Maritime Heritage Centre.
Friday – had lunch, including pumpkin cheesecake, with Denise at the Fusilli Grill where we discussed the future of hats as we know them. Went to the Aquaculture Pacific conference for a look around. Here’s a list of things that impressed me:
· the parking lot was full;
· most people in attendance drive trucks;
· the women at reception were friendly and exceedingly generous—free admission and a swell pen with a salmon(?) artistically(?) outlined in plastic at the top;
· someone did a remarkable job of transforming a skating rink into a conference centre;
· the seafood h’ors oeuvres were plentiful;
· the rubber rain hats at one of the booths, while definitely serviceable and no doubt rainproof, were not nearly as attractive or as nicely constructed as my all-weather hats, thanks to the remarkably skilled D.
Saturday – while walking home after an early morning large, dark-roast with J-kwa (hers was mocha-something-sweet-n’-creamy in a giant cup), had a brief but enchanting encounter with a six-year-old boy who was alone practicing his putting skills in the front yard. A little farther down, I noted that Lance is constructing some used-brick post things on his lawn. I hope he’s not going to put those dangling black chains between the posts. But what else will he do with them?
Aren’t you pleased there are only seven days in a week?
