After the transcription of my notes, I had to clean things for a while. My bathroom is more orderly and possibly more clean (I dusted light fixtures, so who knows… the amount I cleaned may be cancelled by how much better lit it is now.)
At one I phoned Mike per arrangement and he comes by in his BRAND NEW Honda Fit. He then delights me by spending 10 minutes showing that you could cart anything but a horse in it (anything from a houseplant to someone in a body cast, as best I can scrutinize). So roomy, so comfy, so feature packed, so not spendy for fuel.
The Mustang is a tremendous disrespecter of a wallet. Before it became the last resting place of many easily rotted liquids, it was a great car, although I will own that it makes me carsick at speeds lower than 100 k but then again, there was that incredible run down the highway from Birkenhead with Van Morrison blasting, the top down, the sunset over the mountains, the perfectly paved and entrancingly windy road.
Anyway this time we went to Steveston and he drank Back Hand of God stout from Crannóg Ales. I had some, it wuz nommy, and I totally call a comparative lack of sweetness and lighter body compared to some others of the ilk like say McCauslan Oatmeal stout which is practically syrup with a sprig of hops drug through it, and damn even though I make that sound like an insult it really isn’t.
F*** I wish that inconvenience would attend the motorcycle riding butthair that lives next door. It’s been idling for 8 minutes.
Anyway I had scallops and Mike had soup and then we walked about my limit to where people were flying kites and Mike asked nice and a woman allowed him to fly her sport kite for a while.
Thank Saint Dismas and Saint Dunstan, the f***** finally rolled off.
I picked up a prezzie for Jeff and Mike got beer and that’s when I found out Mike’s a Eurovision weenie. We watched Eurovision until eight. We even watched the retrospective, 1956 to 2014, and it was like trying to pick diamonds out of a candy coloured manure pile. But entertaining. Finland you rock.
Now I’m going to crash.
