Time Flies

I can't believe this weekend's over already. It really flew by. Yesterday was the Kermesse, which we go to every year. It's a big giant rummage sale to raise money for the IWK Hospital, and everything they're selling has been donated, so the prices are really good. Since we're in the process of trying to get rid of stuff for our move, it was probably just as well that there were no clothes this year. We were disappointed anyway, though. I picked up about a dozen 45's, including "Walk on the Wild Side" and "Come Dancing," some books, and a Spirograph set that's exactly the same version I had as a kid. One of the books I got is a pretty controversial one called The Naked Ape, by Desmond Morris. It's a zoological study of human beings that came out in 1967. It's pretty politically incorrect by today's standards, but I think it's going to be very interesting. The guy's thesis is that the human animal "spends a great deal of time examining his higher motives and an equal amount of time studiously ignoring his fundamental ones," thus causing itself a lot of problems.

We also played some tennis with our friend Meg yesterday. We're all kind of bad at it and kept hitting balls into the courts beside us, where there were kids involved in some sort of tournament. After dinner we hung out with our other friend Krista and watched some hipster kids from Austin, TX redecorate each others' houses on TV. We also saw the much-touted Little People in a Big World or whatever it's called, which seemed all right. There wasn't a whole lot of conflict going on, though. When we were leaving her house, Krista's cat Ralph got out and there was a bit of a panic trying to coax him first out of the garbage alley and then out of the neighbour's back yard. Krista eventually caught him and he looked pretty content in her arms as she carried him back home.

Then today was the first softball game of the season. Or rather, the first two games, since we always play two in a row. Our team started out both games looking really good, but ended up losing each time. Plus, someone on the other team hit a line drive straight into my shin. Yowch! At least it was a team we like; they're a good bunch of guys. Mostly, anyway. We had probably way too many people playing. Almost everyone who could possibly show up did today. It would have been nice if some of those people had come out to the practices. Jeesh! So, every position had two people playing it, switching back and forth each inning. The batting order was a bit of a nightmare. Lots of really good players, though, including some new faces.

After grabbing some dinner and a beer at a restaurant beside the video store where we had to return a DVD of the first season of Dr. Katz, Alison and I walked home at dusk, which was quiet, golden, and magical this evening. We felt like we were noticing every detail there was to notice, and it was all connected to us. When we got to our driveway, there was a cat waiting for us whose name, according to his tag, was Charlie. He was really friendly and we had a good petting session with him before a truck pulled in and broke it up.

The "show" at the coffee shop the other night, by the way, was very low key. I don't think there were ever more than two customers in the place who weren't people who were playing. Certain Nude Friends (not Men, it turns out) were two kids making experimental noise with instruments and electronic gadgetry. It was pretty silly, but fun too. Nobody recognized the Hitchhiker's Guide theme. In fact, I was the only person to remember to bring a towel. What's wrong with the nerds these days?

- Andrew