Muggy. The forest fires in BC are showing up here in smoke and haze; the sun’s a big red, innocuous ball.
Kelly knocked a deck apart this last week for which he was paid $300. Bonnie and I finished hauling it home today. It should look good installed by their hot tub; it has a curvy staircase ooh lala.
The Westy parts arrived from The Bus Depot and I have all of them installed but the faucet – had to get some latex tape first; that’s tomorrow’s project, right now I’m mentally preparing for my nieces’ (the little darlings) “end of summer” whoop-up ’round the campfire slated for this evening. If that dope with the headband shows up again, the one with the mega boom box, I’m going to… well, never mind.
I’m finally reading Roland Barthes’ Camera Lucida. It’s like reading source material for absurdist satire à la René Daumal, but it’s something to do. And I’ve been spending much of my time taking advantage of the fantastic collection of photography books at the Saskatoon Public Library.
Ker-riste this city puts many a town to shame when it comes to decent public resources. Victoria, where I spent most of my last twenty years, has great pretense toward the arts and learning, but that’s about all; they haven’t a clue what it takes to back it up, never having taken the time (or expended the energy) to actually flesh out a decent collection. Too busy organizing galas I suspect.
I like my camper by the way. I guess after two months together you’d find something mutually respectable but I’ve been pretty fond of this bug since the start, and it hasn’t let me down. It’s roomy, the fridge is super!, and (as is legendary) the body will fall off before the mechanicals die. We should all be so lucky.
Here’s a photo from yesterday’s excursion to the east side of the city where I used to go as a teenager to lean on the fender and think.
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