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My friend came round and said, "Let's go shopping!". So we did. I suggested we went to Value Village ( a big thrift store)as it's open earlier than most places and they have a fifty foot wall of books, sorted into categories. It bugs me that they have a range of prices for paperbacks, based on the original price of the book. So a newish book sets you back four dollars (which is a lot in a charity shop for a used p/b) and a vintage p/b is 49 cents that you'd get charged a fortune for on ebay. There's a scale that means the person on the till takes forever to work out how much to charge you and I buy less than I would because I won't pay that much for a book I'm only marginally keen on having.
Anyway, today I was inspired in my choice of shops. Friend got a coffee table book on boat building which included pictures of her uncle who builds boats by hand and I got a Lauren Henderson I haven't read and a video of the BBC show The Young Ones (sod Billy Idol, Vivyan and Spike have much in common :-))
Then we went to a clothes store and I got two pairs of capri trousers, defiantly daring the snow to come back (it did snow a little on Tuesday, just briefly. I was Not Amused. On May 1, I'm supposed to go out and bathe my face in the dew. Hard to do it if I'm chipping shards of ice off the bloody grass).
Then, just as I was feeling guilty the post arrived with our tax refund. Yippee.
And now, as it's the last night before husband returns from Denmark, i'd better do some writing.
Oh, but I want to whinge some more first :-). Our supermarkets have the happy habit of doling out a cookie per child at their bakery counter. No end of tantrums have been averted by this and I applaud it and will kiss whoever invented the notion on a body part of their choosing. Went in today and discovered a sign saying, "Due to SARS, we are no longer giving out cookies."
Say _what_? This makes no sense. We're 100 km from Toronto but even if we weren't, are they saying their cookies aren't safe? The same cookies that they're selling? They open a sealed container, reach in with a gloved hand or a pair of tongs and hand over the cookie. The recipient never touches the ones that are still in the box, or the tongs. If it's safe normally, it's safe now. This is just getting silly.
I weeded today too. I love all the back to the earthiness of spring, don't you? The smell of the freshly turned ground, the brave spikes of green, the way I'm almost certain I uprooted the forget me nots...It's the same every spring. I go wild, plant lots, weed lots, look at gardening books. Then summer comes, it doesn't rain, they all die and the weeds are the only green in the dustbowl that is the backyard.
I'm cheered by the fact that our lawn (I use that term but it's actually a wildflower meadow/dandelion farm. No, really. We want it to be. I sprinkle the dandelion heads by hand to ensure an even distribution to make the harvesting easier. Am I convincing anyone yet?) turns exactly the same brown as the man next doors. He sprinkles, weed n feeds, mows every other day and pampers each blade. Ha. that's all. Ha.
Anyway, today I was inspired in my choice of shops. Friend got a coffee table book on boat building which included pictures of her uncle who builds boats by hand and I got a Lauren Henderson I haven't read and a video of the BBC show The Young Ones (sod Billy Idol, Vivyan and Spike have much in common :-))
Then we went to a clothes store and I got two pairs of capri trousers, defiantly daring the snow to come back (it did snow a little on Tuesday, just briefly. I was Not Amused. On May 1, I'm supposed to go out and bathe my face in the dew. Hard to do it if I'm chipping shards of ice off the bloody grass).
Then, just as I was feeling guilty the post arrived with our tax refund. Yippee.
And now, as it's the last night before husband returns from Denmark, i'd better do some writing.
Oh, but I want to whinge some more first :-). Our supermarkets have the happy habit of doling out a cookie per child at their bakery counter. No end of tantrums have been averted by this and I applaud it and will kiss whoever invented the notion on a body part of their choosing. Went in today and discovered a sign saying, "Due to SARS, we are no longer giving out cookies."
Say _what_? This makes no sense. We're 100 km from Toronto but even if we weren't, are they saying their cookies aren't safe? The same cookies that they're selling? They open a sealed container, reach in with a gloved hand or a pair of tongs and hand over the cookie. The recipient never touches the ones that are still in the box, or the tongs. If it's safe normally, it's safe now. This is just getting silly.
I weeded today too. I love all the back to the earthiness of spring, don't you? The smell of the freshly turned ground, the brave spikes of green, the way I'm almost certain I uprooted the forget me nots...It's the same every spring. I go wild, plant lots, weed lots, look at gardening books. Then summer comes, it doesn't rain, they all die and the weeds are the only green in the dustbowl that is the backyard.
I'm cheered by the fact that our lawn (I use that term but it's actually a wildflower meadow/dandelion farm. No, really. We want it to be. I sprinkle the dandelion heads by hand to ensure an even distribution to make the harvesting easier. Am I convincing anyone yet?) turns exactly the same brown as the man next doors. He sprinkles, weed n feeds, mows every other day and pampers each blade. Ha. that's all. Ha.