I have just spent the day in my pyjamas reading a book about my ancestors, the Acadians. I think one should do that sort of thing every once in a while. Then I hauled out the genealogy my aunt Evelyn produced in the 1980s. Fascinating stuff. My ancestors were deported from Nova Scotia in 1755. One of my ancestors returned to Nova Scotia after the furore had died down and re-established my family lineage. I am hoping to go to the Maritimes next fall with my daughter. We'll go looking for our roots. See how many relatives of my father we can find. Of course I have been there before and met some cousins of my father and saw some of the old places, but it was a while ago.
I went to see the movie, "Rush Hour 3," a few days ago. I like to go to movies by myself on a weekday afternoon when there are few people there. I can just sit there in the dark and enter the world on the screen. It's very therapeutic.
Anyway, the movie was amusing. It was definitely better than RH2. I think they must have hired some half-decent comedy writers this time around. There were some interesting minor characters including a French taxi driver who starts out as the stereotype of a French taxi driver and...well, I won't spoil it, but it is funny. The highlight for me was a "who's on first" type of exchange involving some Asian names. What a hoot.
The walk home was as interesting as the movie. And To Think That I Saw It on Davie Street... One feisty old lady with a walker was wearing a tee shirt that said: "No Smoking Near This T-Shirt." She was about as wide as she was tall and looked tough enough to take me two out of three in arm-wrestling. I wouldn't have messed with her for any amount of money.
A middle-aged man and woman sat side by side on a bus bench scratching matching lottery tickets. Now that's togetherness! I wonder if they would have shared their winnings equally?
As I walked past an outdoor bar I caught a whiff of some funny cigarettes. Not that I ever smoked anything like that! Oh, no, the Prairie Crocus would never do that. (You can't see my crossed fingers behind my back, can you?) Reminds me of the time I watched a man get on the bus with a lit joint. When the bus driver told him to put it out he said, "I have a license for medical use."
"I don't care if you have a signed note from the Prime Minister," the bus driver said. "Put it out while you're on my bus." So he did.
Anyway back to Mulberry Street, uh, I mean, Davie Street. I passed many professional recyclers. They make a heck of a noise trundling their shopping carts down the street. Most of the stores will only allow each customer to turn in a certain number of cans and bottles, so they need to make the rounds of grocery stores to earn their money.
I passed a man wearing a tee with "LET'S HUG IT OUT" printed on it. Sounds like a plan to me. Far superior in my estimation than fighting it out.
I missed the first part of the conversation, but as I passed two men on the sidewalk I heard one man say to another one who was carrying two large pizza boxes: "You're not faaaaaat!" Well, excuse me, but if you eat those two large pizzas by yourself there's every chance you will be. One article I read recently told BCers not to be too smug about the fact that BC has the lowest percentage of obese people. The writer was of the opinion that just meant BC people were not gaining weight as fast as other places.
Ah, Davie Street. 24 hour grocery store and drug store. This street never sleeps.
I notice none of my favourite bloggers have been blogging! Except for Gary. Come on people. I write for you. You could return the favour and let me know how things are in your little corner of the world.
Tomorrow I am having lunch with my friend, K. I am going to the North Shore on the Seabus for the first time. Should be fun!
Take care.
What is the city but the people? ~William Shakespeare
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