Great evening

went straight to Metrotown from work, riding down the hill with Patricia and Scary Clown, then a meal in the food court (U Grill) and then bought myself a summer jacket with all the latest hardware detailing, drooled all over some fet gear in that weird shop with the dragon out front at Silver City, then Pirates of the Caribbean, (LTGW said it was an art film and he was mostly right) & then a meal.  Keith cued it up so that Paul came to the movie as well and we had a very civilized and comradely evening, including a stopover at Chong Lum Hin (where else) where Sue gave us a rapturous welcome, and I got to read episode ninety – the last – the very last – of Strangers in Paradise.  It has a happy ending!!! Me so happy!!! they Both get pregnant and live happily ever after.  Okay, this will only mean something to maybe two people who read my blog, but I was terrified Terry Moore was going to kill off Tambi, and he didn’t.  And I gave Paul back the Powerpack and a piece of mail that somehow got included in my mail forwarding.  And somebody saw the house, but no offer.  Open house this weekend, wish us luck.

I’m glad my evening was so great, because work sucks a Greyhound Bus Station Men’s Restroom Mop right about now.  Not people, just work to the ceiling.

Waiting is

I am burning with impatience to find out how the showing went last night, as I am not so foolish as to hope that it will result in an offer; but hopefully it will provide feedback about what the next steps are for making the place saleable.

RobofNine and his partner have put in an offer on a house in Langley, two blocks from his mother’s hangar (yes, his mother owns an aircraft….) and he went off to inspect the house yesterday.  I am expecting a full report at lunch today.

Gasp! I am actually cooking something (curried chickpeas) for a change.  Cheap, nourishing and, uh, plentifully fragrant.

The song is stalling on me.  I need to think of some more verses.