Anodyne
Monday, June 19, 2006
 
A cool summer so far, bright sun this morning but a cold wind blowing, more early September than mid-June. Clouds furling off Crown Mountain, little bits of twig and leaf on the sidewalk in front of the shop shaken down by the vigorous gusts.

Apartment-hunting. The overpriced Kitsilano suite. Its overpriced Main Street sibling. The dingy batchelor suite with stained and flapping curtains above a convenience store with a view of the Second Narrows Bridge.

Car-hunting. The Legacy with a huge lump of mud and rust in the left wheel well. The Legacy with transmission trouble. The Legacy owned by the huckster. The Legacy owned by the guy with the full voice mail box.

Vendors. The woman with the rolling suitcase of Danielle Steel books. The guy with the hardcover set of 1980s microwave cookbooks. The girl with the underlined and water-damaged cultural studies textbooks. The Goosebumps. The Baby-Sitters Club. The Day in the Life of Alberta. The Day in the Life of Russia. Snow Falling on Cedars. Fugitive Pieces. The Margaret Atwood Library. David Baldacci. William Bernhardt. Richard North Patterson, spined and dog-eared. What do you mean you can't use them? Just put your hand in the till and give me the fucking money. Please.
- posted by cjb @ 9:30 AM


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