Friday night, Sue came by for dinner and a garden consultation. We have agreement on colours (no yellow) and shapes and I may end up with borders coming up the sidewalk. I think it was good it was a low-key affair, since a service for a co-worker of ours was held on Thursday. Woman battled cancer 4 times, and lost a leg in the process before she passed away. Anyway, Sue was a close friend of hers.
Saturday got off to an early start. Andrew and I joined the throngs of people at the mall to pick up another water barrel (his third and my second). The region runs a great program whereby you can get a water barrel for $30 once a year. Normally they are $80 or so. We were there a full hour before they were to start handing them out, and the line-up was already around the perimeter of the lot. Of course, enviro-friendly semi-free stuff and Waterloo yuppies go very well together :) People-watching was kind of fun, too. Most everyone had not showered and were wearing the best of designer active-wear. Looked a bit like a line at the loo in a campground really.
They had strategically placed garbage bags to collect all of the non-recyclable Timmies cups from the crowd…
Got home from that and then went over to Guelph in the afternoon to visit Kate & Ted & friends and to try my hand at German board games. Since I was the newbie, we played a relatively simple one about trains. I managed to forget to collect my points from time to time, and I tried to cheat only once.
Definitely a different experience to play a game sober, though. My experience with board games to this point in my life is overwhelmingly tied to inebriation and nudity. Hmmm. Maybe that explains the problem with keeping track of my points.
The room was full of post-grad English lit types, and the conversation was thick with allusions and book recommendations. I was happy to hear that all of us still like a good mystery, though. Takes the airs off.
Today I spent more time doing some trip research. Montpellier Airport, btw, has only 2 runways :) One hotel we’re staying at – I think it’s the one in Narbonne – is on this lovely little winding street of stone houses. And the one in Carcassonne is on a narrow thruway by the river. Aren’t you jealous? You should be. I’ll be sure to share the pictures.