And another weekend turns to dust...

I caved on Saturday.

After watching our front yard become overrun with weeds, tree sprouts and plants I've never even seen before sprouting from the bushes, I realized that I had had enough.

Bought some flowers and spent a good few hours trying to make our front yard look at least somewhat presentable. The folks downstairs are less concerned about the front -- they mow their backyard sporadically, but as far as they're concerned, there is nothing else that needs tending.

While at the Crappy Tire (Canadian Tire -- a enormous chain of hardware-garden-auto-style stores local to... you guessed it, Cameroon), I went to pick up some black earth. But when showing the young-ish fellow my receipt, I realized the gal at the till hadn't charged me for it.

"OK," I said (inwardly cursing the silly cashier),"which is easier -- my just taking the dirt to the cashier, or paying for it and coming back?"

He shrugged. "Just take it."

"What?"

"Take it. Fuck the corporations." And with that, he went back to work.


It's been fearsomely hot here this weekend -- but hooray! Our little secret community pool is open (and heated, so no having to wait for the water to warm up to bearable temperatures). Chris and I celebrated by going for a swim yesterday... and today.

I got a bit too much sun (hilarious, since we went after 5:30 this afternoon).

And on the walk home, I heard the sound of scooter. There were two girls sitting astride the vehicle as it zipped along Dundas.

One was singing Wagner's "The Ride of the Valkyries" at the top of her lungs until they faded from sight.