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Sunday, 1. June 2008
Joan's Backyard (oh yeah, and Gary's)
Kate
04:56h
For a gal who likes to be outside walking when the weather is fair, I did none of it while in Kelowna. The fact is, to go for a walk in the residential area where Joan and Gary live, one has to walk on the bike path on the street, where vehicles come around curves and whiz past. Eventually one would come to a dog park and be able to go down to the lakeshore, but the thought of enduring the traffic, first, kept me in the yard. Nice yard, though. When Ben was asleep — From there I had walked over this footpath and was standing admiring the well-established shrubbery and perennial beds, camera in hand, when the automatic sprinkler system came on and I had to high-tail it through the water and back into the house. *** Tonight after supper I headed down the road on foot to meet Everett, who had biked over to Golden Grain Farm. I'd left my bike over there last night and walked home, because one of the pedals was squeaking and that's the kind of thing that drives me batty. I couldn't face a second noisy trip so soon after the one that got me there. I need a retired grandpa to fix it for me. Anyone got one to spare? The sky was sunny when I left the yard but as soon as I turned onto the road, the wind felt cold. In the western sky I could see rain falling, but figured I'd make it to GG Farm before it reached me and that, if holding to its pattern of the last day or two, it would last 10 minutes and move on. Halfway there, I met Everett on his way back, hoping to beat the squall. I turned on foot and followed him at a good clip, but alas was not quick enough. The rain was giving me a good soaking by the time I turned the corner, about an eighth of a mile from home. That's when a tractor pulled out from the hill next to the yard and Scott, who was driving it, took pity on this poor drenched thing he could see in the distance. So I got my first tractor ride of the year, and was grateful to get it.
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