I'm not a huge fan of shopping. Acquisition of dry goods as a pastime is not my thing. My usual modus operandi is to decide what's needed, locate it as quickly as possible, in and out: surgical strike. Like a guy. Over the years I've developed a standard fun caricature for the women and girls who, when asked what their hobby or sport is, say " ( Read more... )

On Saturday, the first order of business on the Busy Weekend Agenda was to load up the trailer with dead appliances and reams of cardbaord, and head for the town dump (or rather, "Waste Innovation Centre"- sigh) because my boy, he knows how to show me a good time.
( However, that's not exactly what happened... )

Please tell me it isn't true- Sushi Bistro can't be closed! Can it? Mats and I arranged to meet there for lunch yesterday at 11:30. Just as I was parking, the cell rang: Mats, in front of the very closed restaurant. Ah. We drove around looking for another sushi place, or eventually, any place- no less than four were closed for renovation. Which I ( Read more... )

We went mighty game hunting today- we need three major kitchen appliances. A dishwasher, a fridge, and a really decent gas stove. The salesman at the national chain we visited seemed surprised that we'd done our homework, knew exactly what we wanted, and required no sales pitch of any kind: all we wanted was to know how good of a deal he could give ( Read more... )