Well hello there, handsome.
It is Sunday evening. I have had a good weekend. Let me tell you about it.
Friday morning Patricia wanted to make up a couple Pilates classes, and I wanted to go to the Archives to research a couple murders, so she dropped me off there and went on her way. 4 hours flew by, and I still needed a bit of time there, so she picked me up around 2:45. We returned home.
But only for a little while, because we had a Toastmasters barbecue that night to go to. We had not had one in a few years, so this one was extra special. Lots of good food and yakking. At one point, I noticed that a member was drinking a tall can of something, so I asked her what it was. She told me was a radler, beer with grapefruit juice and some other kind of juice, like orange or something. She further explained that the juice pretty much took away the taste of the beer.
Damnedest thing I ever saw in my life.
Saturday morning I drove to the Valley. I wanted to mow the lawn up there and maintain some kind of presence at the house. Since I got rid of that bloody satellite dish a few weeks ago, my tv choices were slim Just the over the air channels and Netflix plus the plethora of dvd's I need to do something with. I ended up watching a documentary on Netflix about how Hulk Hogan managed to sue Gawker out of existence, and how billionaires are buying up newspapers and other publications to ensure that they no longer have to read crap about themselves. Sort of like the Irvings in New Brunswick and how they control the media there.
I also went to Kingsport for their gala days. I thought there would be a crap ton of yard sales, but there were only a few, and I seemed to be too early for others. I thought about going back in the afternoon, but I did not bother.
Yesterday was the 35th anniversary of my graduation from high school. I don't know where the time has gone. No idea. The years have just whizzed by.
Let's see here. I got up this morning and mowed the lawn. I have a little underpowered lawn mower, a far cry from Dad's old lawn tractor, which stopped working a couple of years ago. So I pushed that thing around for a couple of hours this morning and kept myself hydrated inside as much as I could.
I dropped into Wolfville this afternoon to get a bag of North Mountain coffee, but the Wool n' Tart no longer sells North Mountain Coffee. They sell Sissiboo coffee now, which is out of Annapolis Royal, so I tried out a sample of their dark roast and decided to buy a bag of their medium roast. Smells terrific. We are still partial to North Mountain out of Berwick, but we will give this a try.
For years we consumed Just Us coffee, but we have found that the quality has diminished lately. And we went to the Just Us coffee shop on Spring Garden Road a few months ago and had a very unpleasant experience. The coffee they served me was rank and disgusting. I would not finish it. I returned it to the counter and they didn't apologize or offer me a replacement or anything of that nature. It was expensive, and it was awful, and we haven't been back. We have been to the one in downtown Wolfville but once again, the quality is not what it used to be.
When we did a day trip to the Valley a few months ago, we ended up in Berwick, which is like a Wolfville lite. That is the home for North Mountain Coffee. We went in and loved the place. The coffee was delish, and we were converted to their product then and there. Until today, when I bought the Sissiboo brand.
I promise to keep you up-to-date on this important change in our lives.
Back to work in the morning. Yippee.
See you tomorrow.