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Of course it will be cloudy tomorrow. This does not stop multiple people on neighbourhood FB groups from asking-- today, not last week-- where they can get glasses to watch the eclipse.
The woman that was interested in my bike was going to come by this afternoon to suss it out so I pulled it from the bunker where it's been for the last three years. And somehow in the last three years the back wheel has developed a puncture, or possibly a slow leak. Pumped it, which you can't do with a real puncture, and it deflated within hours. Messaged Whoever this morning, who said she'd see when she came by. So I did my usual morning stuff then looked at the downstairs and vacuumed the hall and the living room and dusted this and that. Sat down on the sofa with Mary Beard and waited. And waited. And around 2 checked my phone again and yes, she'd messaged me minutes after we last spoke to say she'd had to go out of town suddenly. I must have been down the hall or something because I'd heard nothing. She adds that if anyone else wants Old Paint they can have it, meaning I don't expect to hear from her again. Anyway, went to the Starbucks in Loblaws and had a lemonade and a chicken sandwich. And I do wish Starbucks would reopen in the old bank building across the street which was briefly a Popeye's that never caught on, possibly because they committed the solecism of painting the heritage brick white, and badly, and then removed the white, again badly. But at some point condos are going up in the lot next to them, which is not going to make the bank building a peaceful place.
The woman that was interested in my bike was going to come by this afternoon to suss it out so I pulled it from the bunker where it's been for the last three years. And somehow in the last three years the back wheel has developed a puncture, or possibly a slow leak. Pumped it, which you can't do with a real puncture, and it deflated within hours. Messaged Whoever this morning, who said she'd see when she came by. So I did my usual morning stuff then looked at the downstairs and vacuumed the hall and the living room and dusted this and that. Sat down on the sofa with Mary Beard and waited. And waited. And around 2 checked my phone again and yes, she'd messaged me minutes after we last spoke to say she'd had to go out of town suddenly. I must have been down the hall or something because I'd heard nothing. She adds that if anyone else wants Old Paint they can have it, meaning I don't expect to hear from her again. Anyway, went to the Starbucks in Loblaws and had a lemonade and a chicken sandwich. And I do wish Starbucks would reopen in the old bank building across the street which was briefly a Popeye's that never caught on, possibly because they committed the solecism of painting the heritage brick white, and badly, and then removed the white, again badly. But at some point condos are going up in the lot next to them, which is not going to make the bank building a peaceful place.