My Saturday morning table tennis practices have been temporarily moved to later in the day, so I’ve had the chance to rediscover hot, cooked breakfasts, as opposed to the muffins and bagels I’ve been eating due to lack of cooking time. If the time change is a permanent thing, I’ll start doing bacon again. Breakfast used to be my favourite meal of the day, just because of the bacon and egg combo. Oh, how I’ve missed the bacon.
En célébration of his new job, Trolley and I headed over to the nearest Oak to grab a pint. I had the chance to try some Hoegaarden White, and it’s one of the most interesting beers I’ve ever tasted. It has a unique hazy yellow colour (which is rather obvious in the picture), due to the fact that it’s unfiltered. There are layers and layers of citrus and spice, which come from coriander and dried Curacao orange peels, that make the finish more sharp than crisp. Not a beer I would generally drink, but definitely an unique taste that anyone should try at least once. alcohol
Bus rides are always either really good or really bad.
They’re really good when I find a window seat. That’s when I can tune out completely, lose myself in my music, and become totally oblivious to anything going on around me. I get to watch everything pass by and drift in and out of my thoughts. It’s when I get the most thinking done during the day (even more than in the shower).
They’re really bad when I can’t find a seat and I’m left standing up. I keep my music low so that I can hear any announcements by the bus driver, or people trying to get by. I’m always on guard about where I should be moving or when a seat might become available. And music on a low volume isn’t really worth listening to.
One of the reasons why I haven’t bought a car is because I’d lose all my thinking time. Every day I can reflect for an hour going to work and an hour coming back when I’m on the bus. If I was in a car, I’d be too busy paying attention to the road, to bad drivers, to traffic lights, to pedestrians. I wouldn’t be able to think, and I’d probably write a lot less.
Some days, when I’m coming close to my stop, I wish that the bus would just keep going, just keep driving, and never stop. I’d ride it from morning to night, listening to my music, just enjoying the feeling of going somewhere and nowhere at the same time.
Thinking about nothing and everything.
Long Weekend.
I had a spot reserved on a campsite at Bon Echo for the three days, but opted out to work on a few small projects and errands, and take it easy. I haven’t had a weekend to myself in too long.
The sunset on Saturday night, before we pulled out of the driveway. A great weekend.
