The clang was impressive for its velocity. The summer of heat, sun, tourism and tourists concluded. Polar but not quite snowing, necessitating movement of the wrist to turn on the heating of the house. No chopping of wood for this old girl. Please note the debate as to turn the wrist is usually an ongoing pursuance, of days in duration. Not it seems this year, as there was weather and a solitary guest is inn house. I would if I could remain horizontal, and covered in blankets for weeks to come. In the meantime, the sun goes down about eight and I am right behind it. A hot bath off we go, hitting the bed linen, snoozing supine. Almost anthropomorphous.
As it was written, have had lesser guests, numbers that is, not the kind of people. Currently ensconced is a lovely gentle francophone gentleman from across the river from Ottawa. He rents out his house for months a time on my nemesis is the giant Gentle wind bed and breakfast. Something I may have to look into when I am more open-eyed. The reason it was not done, payment options, yet and still another way of doing IT.
In the meantime the front lawn has had yet another, rain and lots of it was forecast, another layer of seed, soil and fuel containing no phosphates! to get it all going, hurriedly purchased (in the deep discount bin!) Thus mowing motivated because of the precipitation. exposed another set of bare patches. Away we go in another cycle, managing all of the above, the proof? Dry eyes, and the giant yard bags of grass, mixed with very dry leaves, fallen stiff and green, sit beside the house awaiting recycling.
The patio is still undone, simular to MOI at the moment. There will not be any work, until the end of the week or until the sun shines, with the deaf young man and the car is fixed. A call announced another work stoppage, the truck needs a new transmission. I shouted it must be done before the snow flies rhyming with sun shines you will note AND I offered to go and pick him up. I believe that the planet Mercury, the planet in charge of communicating, now on its proper path in the sky and therefore all things with communication theory should be going forward. There does in my life seem to be residue of the retrograde influence about in my life.
Another issue at large was and I have been at all summer, to purchase tickets to see Dr. Jane Goodall. The good Doctor appearance is to be at a huge mega place of worship that seats 1800 per service. It doubles as an auditorium when approved by the church elders. OFF! I go in earlyish July. How do I recollect this and nothing else? The only explanation at all is at the same time the car show is on, the registration for this event is in the lobby of the church. Makes sense to elders, with a woman preparing themselves for onslaught with lunch, as women are aught to do, shouting while they eat luncheon from greasy paper bags from the local fast food joint. “NO we are not ready, you can’t come in until 1pm.”
I lumber on, waving like the Duchess of Canterbury, and keep on.
The secretary is unable to give me anything, including information. Heads to the phones, to call a pastor, who is also at lunch, preparing himself for heaven knows what, will not be returning for an hour. I have not the time for any inactivity, for you all know in great detail, just what my gearing up is like for the next 8 weeks, or maybe longer. The hours of operation are 1-4 pm which is nap time for the old girl, I vow, to get back here as this is the most adjacent to the house. According to the pastor via the secretary, I have “lots of options, Franks Music store, and the internet is another.
I have in copious details given you the onslaught of the summer, but every once in a while think I must get tickets, am thus reminded, thru the magic of the internet to do so. Therefore try in a hurry, several times, over the course of the hot humid days to no avail. I start right beside the stage and have in fact worked my way up to balcony behind a post in terms of seating with the prices climbing as will I.
I cannot make an account on line for some reason, to find out later that the service was down. I miss 10% then 25% DISCOUNTS. I phone the 800 line to be told there is no one on, working on Sunday, imagine that. Then the second option for the province, is not a long distance call. When the area code is dropped there is no service for that number. (seems like a theme here) OFF I go to Franks music store, calling there first only to find out you can only use credit cards. I purchase a ticket, taking Lucy along for a brisk drive. I received a phone call two days later and am offered a new price, with no apologies for any inconvenience but explanations of systems not working. We have stapled the tickets into the book for safe keeping.
Thus the gentleman who is staying here, gets to park in the driveway today, as there are no other trucks to be had, and we are off to serve french toast and apple sauce with a side of banana bread. I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. Vincent Van Gogh, MOI AND lucy P