The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
It’s the last calm weekend before summer madness begins so we had a quiet but really nice day today. We had lunch at Toriko, which Bean enjoyed. When we came back, we joined our upstairs Canadian neighbours who were having a little farewell apero. They’re moving to Basel for work (Roche). We spent a couple of hours drinking Aperol and chatting then Bean went to spend a couple of hours playing with Lam.
Now, apple pie and ice cream.
Katy has the unfortunate habit of kissing things with the car bumper. Most times, it’s not a big deal. Last time, with a cement column…less so. It took about 15 minutes of cursing, but I managed to get all the brackets realigned and the bumper back on. It wasn’t that big of a job, but it made me think of my dad. I don’t have anywhere close to his mechanical skills, but I’m also not afraid to get my hands dirty. And I got that from him, as well as the importance of a decent set of tools. So, thanks pop.
It’s so hot the cats are even more lazy in power-saving mode than usual.
