So I think that this is a good portent that it is time for me to leave as well. I think 2 1/2 weeks is about the right amount of time to spend in Vancouver. I find I'm beginning to itch to leave... looking forward to bidding adieu to the gloom of this soggy, sodden city and turning my eye once again to someplace... drier.
The road beckons.
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I went out this evening and bought a Christmas gift for my brother -- to be delivered at Ukrainian Christmas on Saturday. An autographed Canucks jersey. The purchase sequestered the entirety of my fiduciary resources, leaving me flat broke. However I do
Taking the bus back was amusing. (Oops. I just caught myself before saying, "Taking the bus home"... That would have revealed the depth of my hypocrisy. Well... not really... it would have been an insight more, I think, into the fact that when you move about as much as I do, you only have to stay a couple of days at a place before it comes "home.")
Anyhow. Taking the bus back to Coquitlam was amusing. Shortly after I alighted at Lougheed Station, the conductor disappeared to [that lair to whence conductors disappear] for a few minutes. In his absence, a further six people boarded the bus. And despite the conspicuous absence of authority figure, every single one in turn dutifully inserted their ticket into the machine to be validated before continuing to find their seat.
Ohhh... those wacky Canadians. So compulsively law-abiding.
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Also: My knitting, uh, project has reached over four inches in length, and I am rapidly running out of yarn. Certainly, at this rate, I will have no yarn left for the bus. D'ohhhhh...
"We hates the water, don't we, my precious?"