We've been fairly busy with the Fete Nationale this week -- falling on a Wednesday, which makes it more difficult to "faire le pont" -- of all the days of the week, obviously, Wednesday is the most difficult to inveigle into a WEEKEND of some description. Although the streets were pretty quiet at rush-time this morning; and school, of course, is out for the summer. Great hootlings of young children next door with a combination of sprinkler and trampoline (and dog).
I managed to find the Actual Canajun Flag, eh, and its flagpole, and hang it on the front of the house in a truly Rural Illinois manner. This is about the extent of my proactive patriotism at the moment.
I continue to "shop in the fridge" for the makings of my meals--too often in the past my practise has been to do a Monster Grocery-Shopping expedition, and then, exhausted, take myself out to eat.
But last night was a very special treat -- dinner with good friends -- I took some salad, and brought some (less!) back, which has now all been eaten. And by way of an early supper, I converted some pollock-pretending-to-be-crab into a seafood salad suitable for sandwich filling. I have eaten the sandwich...
Planning to tiptoe away and be faintly creative for a bit, later this evening...exercise a bit -- but I did walk today, a few blocks downtown; went down to buy a most excellent book (because just borrowing it from the Library, which I've now done twice, did NOT suffice) -- "The Social Life of Ink" by Ted Bishop (published last year). And we have one, count it, ONE remaining independent bookstore (for new books) in the city, so rather than engage Amazon, I thought I'd go downtown. FATAL...just inside the front door, a large table arrayed with soft-cover Canadian fiction, some of it classic. And HALF PRICE. Going to spend some time this next week with MiriamToews and Ethel Wilson. None the worse for that.