3 months in. One fourth of my promised year accomplished, and all it has really made me realize is how absolutely boring I have become.
We did get a bit busy today though, going to four - yes, four - different stores to get what we either needed or wanted. The toughest things to find were yellow split peas - none at the Super Store, none at Walmart - but luckily enough, I found some in the back of a top cupboard in the kitchen when I got home, and tinned cream, not Fussels or Nestle, but stuff made in Holland, and exactly the same. So, all good.
We even went out for supper, to Denny’s restaurant. I tried something new, a sizzling chicken skillet, which looked really good. However, it was loaded with huge slices of mushrooms, zucchini (which I absolutely hate), and raw - as in I couldn’t even stab a fork in it - broccoli. There also were pieces of red potato, and I love potatoes, and a piece of grilled chicken the size of an apple slice, and those got devoured- although I wasn’t fussy about the sauce they had everything swimming in.
However, I’m not one to complain, but next time, I’ll stick to the omelette.
I will leave you with the memory of a sky train trip from Richmond to Vancouver. It might make you realize why I hate transit.
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Sometime in 2010
Today we were sardines in a can - on a bus ride to the Canada Line station. We joined the shortest lineup, hoping to sit for the journey. Once the comers disembarked, and we goers got in the door, the rush for seats was a bit desperate. My legs got us to an empty seat, but before I turned my butt around to plunk it down, two young ladies slipped in and almost got me on a lap. I just stared in disbelief - me, who looks pretty damn old, grey hair flying, chin wobbling, wrinkles shaking - why, if I were already sitting down and saw me coming on the train I would offer me a seat. So Howard and I stood directly in front of these bastardettes, and I spent the half hour train ride trying to get the nerve up to fart - I know Steve, who has the dubious art of Farting On Demand down pat, would have done so, just to impress his opinion on their rudeness to the elderly. However, there were two reasons I decided not to express my view in this manner, one being that I would have great difficulty breaking wind in public, as I was raised to be very polite in such matters, and the other that my stomach was starting to cramp up and rumble its discontent at having grease for breakfast and I didn't want to take any chances that I would produce more than air.
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