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Friday, July 1st, 2016 10:00 pmA Canada Day that began cool and damp, blew in a dark and stormy uhh storm, and ended with a windy blue evening too cool for just a t-shirt. If only my good weather memory was as precise as my bad weather one: this evening is what we had very frequently all through June. Sometimes warm blowy and sometimes cool but always invigorating. Memory however fixates on the 33C weekends and forgets mid-month that saw me in hoodie and bedsocks.
There are raccoon repellers that customers say work. They're sold through amazon and guess who's having a postal strike probably next week? amazon.jp ships Fedex always, the swine, but amazon.com lists only postal rates. Thus I must rise early tomorrow and head for the farthest east where a single Canadian Tire has the last bottle of a raccoon repellent spray that customers say works and that has been discontinued by its maker. Because I went out early this evening to drop a week's worth of namagomi into the recycler and found four young raccoons moseying about the back garden. Nocturnal, my left hind foot.
At the greengrocer's this afternoon two Asian men, old and young, approached me and asked did I know what rockets were, or neiborus? Older had a list written in katakana so I opined, in Japanese, that neiboru were navel oranges and they agreed yes, they must be, and they were over in the other part of the store. Rocket was niggling at my brain: I thought it might be a synonym for those garlic shoots we don't have here whose name I can't remember either. Turns out it's arugula.
( June reading )
There are raccoon repellers that customers say work. They're sold through amazon and guess who's having a postal strike probably next week? amazon.jp ships Fedex always, the swine, but amazon.com lists only postal rates. Thus I must rise early tomorrow and head for the farthest east where a single Canadian Tire has the last bottle of a raccoon repellent spray that customers say works and that has been discontinued by its maker. Because I went out early this evening to drop a week's worth of namagomi into the recycler and found four young raccoons moseying about the back garden. Nocturnal, my left hind foot.
At the greengrocer's this afternoon two Asian men, old and young, approached me and asked did I know what rockets were, or neiborus? Older had a list written in katakana so I opined, in Japanese, that neiboru were navel oranges and they agreed yes, they must be, and they were over in the other part of the store. Rocket was niggling at my brain: I thought it might be a synonym for those garlic shoots we don't have here whose name I can't remember either. Turns out it's arugula.
( June reading )
