Back to blogging and this time I'm going to keep it up. I know no one is reading this, but that isn't the point. The point is to keep myself blogging for the same reason a 15-year-old writes in a journal. And for the same reason I wrote in a journal long past 15. (Although I'll have to keep myself reined in.)
Here's our townhouse under construction in Garrison Crossing on Saturday. It is looking like it is progressing a lot every week to the point where shingles have gone up on the porch and inside crown moldings are in. But we have just had to sign something agreeing to extend our move-in date from Aug. 22 to Aug. 29. Only a week but kind of too bad. I just hope there are not any more delays. It's not like we can ask for anything extra (as in free appliances or something) because even when we signed on the Aug. 22 move-in it was always in the contract that the date could change based on shortages in labour, materials and whatever else the builder decided was causing a delay. Locusts? Acts of God? As far as we're concerned the good news is that the owner of the crap-hole (brand-new condo mind you) we are living in told me that her daughter isn't moving in Sept. 1 so we can stay as long as we want.
Phew.
Joanne and I had a pretty good weekend with a bit of a date feel to it. I did the groceries as usual Saturday, picking up some treats from our butcher shop, and some fresh Okanagan fruit from Hofstede's, our favourite fruit and vegetable spot. Superstore is always a nightmare; an anthropological study for me as I see what the sketchy people eat. And it isn't good. I'm that guy looking judgmentally into your grocery cart shaking my head at the KD, Pepsi, Chef Boyardee and potato chips. As HIV is to AIDS so to is these clowns' shopping carts to diabetes.
Then we went to Pala Lago, a relatively new restaurant in Cultus Lake on Saturday night. We wanted to walk across the street from our current home at the Newmark in downtown Chilliwack to Bravo, a restaurant that is so good and so out of place in this town. But, as I called to make a reservation I find out they took a holiday. Do restaurants normally do that sort of thing? Take a week in July off? Anyway, we went to Pala Lago and had a beautiful spot out on a nice evening on the patio. Unfortunately my meal was mediocre at best. A dry, flavourless piece of halibut covered in a bland passionfruit seed salsa. Kind of too bad frankly. But it was a nice night as we were celebrating me getting a raise after my two years at the paper.
Today we took it very easy, went to Canadian Tire and bought Joanne a $30 Roger Federer Wilson tennis raquet and we had a "game" of tennis. Had a good sweat and that's all that matters. And then we had an awesome dinner of grilled vegetable kebobs with this awesome cabernet vinegar/dijon sauce, corn on the cob with limes and a Caribbean spice mix, and she had sun-dried tomato chicken kebobs and I had garlic sauce beef kebabs. Tasty.
Back to work tomorrow and four days until we go to Ontario. It's a three-paper week because of the long weekend, which means neither Mike nor I am at work on Friday so hopefully Ken, the editor, can deal with stuff. I'm sure he'll be fine. I'll be chilling at Joanne's parents so what do I care.
Enough for now.
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