Out on the corner having a smoke. Kootenay Landlords. I'd promised not to smoke in the flat, on the property, but the landlady had called from the Sunshine Coast to tell me that - even as I was enjoying my cigarettes across the street - the smoke was getting caught up in the gravel pad in front of the house.
So I've taken my filthy habits to the corner.
While there I watch the neighbor. The lady on the corner is walking about with 2 wireframe record stands, a TV dinner table. Taking them inside her corner house. Probably a find from a Nelson Free Pile.
Think nothing of it. An hour later, out again for a cigarette - who should I see but the lady in the corner house - bringing in 2 wireframe record stands and a TV dinner table.
Curious. "A Glitch in the Matrix" I'm thinking to myself.
This morning, out for a cigarette, on the corner. And who should appear, dragging 2 wireframe record stands and a TV dinner into her house.
Here's a mystery.
Days off, thrifting - some finds. I make a list of what I'm looking for, a Dremel, Patio Table, Desk, various odds and sods. And - for a laugh, I top it with "Watch". It's a laugh because always I am looking for watches, I hardly need to make a note to myself, but, for a laugh.
And, what should I find? A 1957 Gruen Precision, Mint condition, beveled crystal, $20.00.
I'm laughing.
The other finds, a heavy old antique mirror, perfect for above the fireplace, an old cupboard door with leaded glass insert, broken, but I rather like the twin hearts motif.
And presents for Ken. The two signed "Star Trek" celebrity photos, a Chef's shirt, XXXXL - so it should fit, and a book from a free pile on "Boundaries" because -- well, it's always fun to accuse others of what one is most guilty of.
Ken, he likes the photos - he tells me "I've met them both" and I don't have the heart to ask why - or how. I tell Chris - "Ken speaks Klingon...", and he readily obliges by - saying something in Klingon.
I hate that he confirms my every prejudice so good-naturedly.