The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Bean found Jerry near Montebello and brought him back to Masson. This morning, Jerry came with us to Montreal. He was starting to look a bit forlorn in his plastic jar house, so we released him on a giant tree in front of our bnb.
Bye bye, Jerry the caterpillar, you will be remembered.
Jerry the caterpillar is making a bid for freedom while waiting for the train to Montreal.
Little yellow dog is getting old and is now deaf as a post. She follows my dad around with her eyes all the time. If she sees anything out of place, she’ll bark like a hellhoumd, but an invisible burglar could tap dance playing the bagpipes and rob my parents blind…
We went to a nature park today. As part of the tour, you could take a tractor tour where you sit on hay bales and drive from one part of the nature reserve to another. Katy and I were the last people to get on the trailer and we were looking for seats. I’d just started to sit down when this old guy, sitting across from me, says to his family “we’re getting off! Now! I can’t spend the trip (about 10 minutes) looking at that t-shirt.” Then he turns to me and says, “for God’s sake, there are children here. Grow up!”
People were looking a bit bemused by all of this. When we got out after the ride, one family came up to us to see what all the fuss had been about. After telling the story, they laughed and thanked us because him leaving had freed up some space to allow them to come on.
I don’t know why the man had such a big stick wedged so far up his ass. Katy thinks he’s a repressed vegan who strenuously objected to the mention of sausage rolls. In any case, I’m actually tickled pink to have offended someone to that extent, just by being me. Sort of a personal best :D
Bobble learned how to play roulette tonight, and amazingly came out ahead! Unfortunately, he spent his winnings on port and cigars…
Enjoying a cigar and a G&T, listening to dumbass American cigar snobs talking politics and saying Trump has some right ideas. The simple pleasures of life…
Bobble had high tea at the Château Laurier, complete with scones, cucumber sandwiches and gin.
Steak tartare, ribeye, lobster tail, veg and mash. Owl can’t move anymore.
The restaurant wants to rotate its wine cellar selection, so it’s offering close to half-price deals on very, very nice bottles.
Bobbles has swooned over the fruity notes of a 1998 côteau du Languedoc. It’s like the wine is giving you a gentle cuddle.