So, my Frank article is done. It is edited, and ready to run. I just look forward to seeing what pictures they use. I supplied lots.
I will reveal the subject of the article, another unsolved murder piece, on Monday.
After work, I had some time to kill. Patricia had Pilates, so I went to the Salvation Army store on Strawberry Hill. Thrift store day, so things were marked down 25% or more.
I walked away nearly empty handed. Short sleeve men's shirts were nearly non-existent. There were plenty of t-shirts, but I don't like t-shirts very much in the summer. I wear short sleeve shirts with buttons down the front, or maybe golf shirts. And some of the prices were not exactly what I would find thrifty. A few were ten dollars or more.
I went to Patricia's Pilates class. After it was over, we were hungry, so we went to a place on Windsor Street. We weren't ignored, exactly. Just not treated as attentively as we would have liked. We up and left and walked down the next block to the Wild Leek. Turns out it is a Vegan restaurant.
I will try most anything. I have eaten Vegan food before. And, my god, this place was excellent. The nachos have some kind of pretend cheese on them that make you forget about real cheese. Lots of veggies on them. The avocado was not ripe, but that is the only draw back.
We ordered a couple of bowls: The bliss bowl, and the Wild bowl. I forget which was which. Mine was chock full of roasted veggies. Big slices of tofu. I ate my fill, and offered the rest to Patricia for her lunch tomorrow. She nearly finished her bowl, too. We shared a strawberry chocolate cupcake.
We look forward to going back to The Wild Leek. You should check it out.
We got home. Brought in clothes we had hung out this morning on the clothes line. It had been windy today, and the clothes got all twisted up. I had to go out on the stepladder and remove the clothes from the line, which was annoying to say the least.
Friday beckons. The weekend is nearly here. Just a question of what we will do then.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.