Finished watching Season 3 of House.
What's next? Season 4 is already downloaded, entertainment for my flight to Toronto.
This week, Wednesday, day trip to Creston - and I've fallen on Kootenay Time, because I was thinking we'd hit the thrift shops, only they're not open on Wednesday, it's a Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday sort of town. So time wasted, hit the antique shop, grab lunch, then home.
Thursday, a few errands, books, lunch, ice cream, the town is largely now in the hands of the locals, no lines anywhere.
This is nice.
Yesterday, volunteer at the thrift shop, find a few books of interest - which I'll get to later I'm sure (odd, I'd thought of them, didn't have the title but in the vein of "1st Person Exploration" - Canada's version of "Lewis & Clark". On the way to work (crossing the alley) and there's a big screech-ka-bang, a car has driven at full tilt off the highway into a B&B across from the restaurant. Not just full tilt, easily 30 or 40 KM above the speed limit.
According to a truck that had followed her she was driving erratically all the way from Castlegar. She arrived with a bang, caught air on the off-ramp, apparently got out of the vehicle cussing up a storm, an older woman, "80's or 90's" from bystanders descriptions. I hope they made her blow, there's no excuse for this, it's beyond incompetent or accident, I'm getting clearly heavily impaired.
That's the excitement for the night, restaurant is dead.
After work, upstairs neighbour walks me down to get my ration. I meet Stony, the Mother-in-Law's brother, he's sitting with his dog and another homeless local on the curb at the shoe store, he's a bag of "gems" beside him, I've heard of his gems, sapphires, rubies, etc.
And he's showing them to me, he's found them everywhere, in alleys behind Stepping Stones and Ankors, and I'm rifling the bag, the mother in law has told me about this...
Of course there are no gems. Merely rocks and some broken bits of coloured glass.
I excuse myself, the upstairs neighbour, meanwhile, has gotten him into a rage by implying he's not looking after his dog, she goes and gets it some water...he'd sooner see her die than let his dog go without water, she's a knack for pissing people off.
She's a fucking nightmare.
Her boyfriend, out of town, she's worried he's angry, has left for good, and really, who'd blame him?
Today, the early and brief shift, no great plans, only to read my books - a great many started and in need of completion, but some interesting topics...