This morning, coffee, library, blog a bit. Buy a grow light. These chilli's are too good to let go to waste. Eat the last of the chowder I made yesterday and then head out Balfour way.
On the bus, a trans-kid I used to work with; in the end up didn't end up transitioning, someplace halfway, back to being a girl, I guess my variety of guy persuaded her to...
She doesn't recognize me, with her boyfriend, meets her "adopted" mom on a mobility device, hardcore drinker, they're chatting away, opening brewskis,...
That's Balfour for you.
I'm on the hunt, all this rain, surely something new and great, but - no, a few flakes over the first hour, but otherwise nada. Then - this:
A broken tip, but it makes for a great day.
And hit the Superette for old-times sake, they still have a reasonable selection of Vodka and spirits, the government strike has decimated the shelves in town, nothing under $50; out here...
Well, pickings still good. Almost always worth the trip...