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Last Whirlwind Tour
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This is the last of the whirlwind tours of Calgary, the summer is in full swing and I won't be affording anymore days off until after the September Long Weekend. A dozen or so blog posts begun, but probably no time to complete them, and certainly not from my phone.
The trip back, 6 hours driving over the Gray Creek Pass, a record time on a washboard road, visit with the son and daughter, the quick - almost obligatory trip to go fossicking in Drumheller: The girl is the winner (again)!
Can you spot her treasure? A piece of bone on the left, another on the right and in the center:
A 2 inch long raptor tooth. And, about 18 inches to the right and out of frame another:
This one, about an inch long, but a thicker body than the last one we found. And, sliding down the hoodoo to check the bottom I make my big find of the day:
My raptor tooth (notice the serrations on the inside curve) - almost a full centimeter long!
Anyways, clearly the daughter won that expedition.
On the way out some little spots of amber in the dirt, beautiful orange and red but too degraded to do anything with:
And that's it. We escape the badlands just before a storm, back to Calgary, visit with the boy who's sick, bed, and now a few errands today before back towards work. So - I'll post a few things, the blog is not abandoned but will have to wait until I'm back a little more permanently in the fall. Prospecting - good, some finds, may hang in the Kootenays for September and October to wrap that up - but it depends a lot on my success, rent needs to be paid, and while the landlord is slow to accept his rent he's quick to point out if it's late...
The Unrepentant Drunk
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A night out with staff, so far I've avoided most of them, the bonfires, the Karaoke nights, but tonight the girls - waitress and chef - have gone to town on their day off to party and arrived far too early at Bloom.
I get the text at work - "We've bought you tickets....bring M***". M*** is the charming one, pleasant, always smiling, a few of our alternative sexual identity waitresses have felt safe enough around him to declare that he's their unicorn. Unlike myself he's intuitively likable.
We arrive, 10:30, still way too early. The club is empty but they're on a tear, by "they" I mean the waitress, a formerly straight but gang-raped-turned-lesbian-who-would-fucking-blame-her is well on her way. I gotta be straight and sober, I'm M***'s ride back.
The night passes, the waitress gets increasingly drunk, you can see why she'd be a mark, she can't hold her liquor, and here - well, it's the safest place in the world, everyone is looking out for her, but elsewhere...
M*** and I, we carry her back to her hotel room, drop her on her bed, then head home.
The next day, working, busy, I'm waiting her arrival. I want to take the piss. You know it. Me, I've had a few of these nights, always, the next morning, "Never again..." I'd tell myself, but she comes upstairs around 3 for a coffee...
"That was the best night out ever..."
Not the expected reaction, but I have to admire it, commit to a course of action and then follow through, damn the consequences and the torpedoes. She's hurting, bad, but, in her mind, and mercifully there are no videos, it was worth it.
Wal-Mart owns Value Village
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I was sad to learn this. But it was never a favorite thrift shop, just another one on the route, a little more expensive than most, but it just made my treasure hunting a lot easier.
Yeah, you wonder but never get around to googling it and when finally you do this is what you find out. Never again.
A buck a potato - Man Shopping
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And, while day tripping at the CO-OP I spotted these:
I mean, I might be day-tripping but the daughter is laughing as well, a buck for a gold-foil wrapped potato. This is absurd. This is man-shopping, too lazy and stupid to buy a bag of potatoes someone out in a hurry to get the barbecue going buys these, the gilded foil must be to elevate them above the status of regular foil-wrapped potatoes, justifying the 4, 5, 10-fold increase in price. And the plastic bag with a potato in it is proof there's no overestimating human stupidity...
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