Meanwhile, enjoying this time off from work, not "Time Off" per se, but reasonable schedule, and making use of the reasonable time off to search for all the treasures I missed this summer. With little success.
Tuesday, the long drive to Cranbrook, there are a few thrift shops there worth perusing, but no great finds, the Salvation Army - ridiculously priced, broken and unstrung violins priced at $150 apiece, less for a working one at a pawn shop, other junk I didn't need and wouldn't have paid 10 cents on the dollar for, the junk shop in Yahk closed, the thrift shops in Creston, while full, had nothing I needed or wanted, and so the day was a bust. And I thought, as I was driving, that I should just stay home, read a book, and then chastised myself for my lack of ambition, but - really, I would have been better off at home reading that book....
This weekend, down to Castlegar, Rossland, nada.
Well, not entirely Nada. A giant costume horses head - plush, like would be worn by a furry or a mascot. Perfect for You-Know-Who, who has a birthday coming. On that note today, a spread of unadvertised garage sales, a few junktiques, one garage sale with a truly disturbing quantity of barbie dolls and generic 50's, 60's plastic dolls, eye-blinkers every one of them, and so I picked one up, brunette, 2 1/2 feet tall, perfect for Ken's birthday - the idea is coming together in my head - this year, a mixed-media performance art dance - little leather pony girl on hobby-horse watching me dance and prance in the nude around her wearing my horses head, all for Ken.
He will appreciate it. And I haven't given way all the details, so be prepared for the video that will immortalize this, his fortieth-odd birthday. Meanwhile for the next week or so I gotta live with this disturbing shit fucking up my living room, and trust me, it poisons the subconscious...