Bikers from Drumheller
They looked familiar, on the ferry from the East Shore, took their picture, took a few more. Bikers on vacation.
And, sure enough, in the pub, they tip exorbitantly - any tip from bikers, better than 10%, is rare, he's leaving me 7$ on 2 beer, so maybe he recognizes me as well. The rest of their party ponies up as well, I'd like to imagine that they don't recognize me, preserve my anonymity, but they probably do. Reciprocity. Small good deeds pay great dividends, I should ride the ferry every day...
They're from Drumheller...and so I enquire (I have to) if they know so-and-so...they don't, doesn't ring a bell, we chat, oddly enough I miss the place, look forward to a couple of visits in September and October, fossicking, find some dino-skulls and bones, other treasures...
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The Wunderkabinet, or shop filled with curiousities...
There are a few of these I've found throughout the city. This was one, a shop on Vernon, you'd pass it by every day of the week if it weren't for the signage, handbill outside, even then hard to notice...
up a cramped stairwell & hall, a couple of adjacent rooms, the indifferent proprietor working in one, I peruse the museum. I say museum because very little is for sale, most is on display simply to be marveled at, photos shared below:
Everything from fossils, skulls, bones, antiquities, very little for sale (that's ok, very little of real value, but a curious room nonetheless...)
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A war monument surrounded by smoke and on a peninsula in the deep blue sea
2 shorts, more images than dreams, 1 - that I'm driving around a corner and hit a wall of forest fire smoke, there's a jeep parked on the right, it's taking my spot, in front, marble statuary emerging from the forest fire smoke, a war monument, it's a great photo, I want to stop and take a picture...
#2 - On a peninsula, storm, we're (me and who?) close down to the water, driving, and I want to stop, the storm on the left, dark clouds, on the right the dark slate blue sea filled with color, indigo, sapphire, turquoise blues, it's amazing ...
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The Mouse Suicides
3 Mice now, in as many months.
I sweep. Only once a week or so, I'm not here so much, but there's been no trace of mice. No shit, no nibbled food, no nothing. Yet, in that 3 months, I've found 3 mice dead in the toilet. Lid down, they crawled through, first through the chink in the plaster, second through the lid-down toilet, the rest you know...
Find them in the morning, double take, "Did I wake up in the middle of the night and...", nope, ears, whiskers, I'm not the only one to report this. Other tenants have reported the dead mouse in the toilet, only they thought it was a rat, nope, not big enough, it's a mouse, and it's dead, flush, good-bye, a poor end.
This is curious to me, I've had mice (up to 30 odd, a certain house), but never have I found one drowned dead in the toilet. Let alone 3. And no signs of them around the flat, no turds, nibbling, etc, I've only ever seen one (found him dead, in the toilet, the next morning), so, like, what's-up? Really?
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