A "Regina By the Sea" thing, photos of every commercial operation here that begins with the word Sea--this after spotting the "Sea Breeze Laundry" on Dewdney.
(Pause here to remember the potato breeze of the Hawthornden kitchen where our clothes dried.)
But the Sea Breeze is the only one ("Seaboard Insurance" turning out to be a subsidiary of another business).
Housework. Great for focussing attention on anything else, like this blog entry.
Tom's coming home this weekend and I'm hosting the family Mother's Day brunch. (Quiche Lorraine x 3, here we come--with bacon, pancackes, fruit and some kind of sweet cake Emmaline and Allen are bringing ("sweet cake" not code for Davey, their new son).)
3.
"Hockey" as the first word of the latest in a series of imaginary pubs ("Pub Scrawl") I started at Hawthornden. The Back Inn, this one might be called, as if it's got about getting back somehow. Hockey in every direction, for starters. Perhaps this leads to talk of service and Euro cafe/pub culture and, before too long, to something else.
4.
Something beginning with duck, as in
I spotted a duck
on the corner of Bryant
and Munro--a duck and an Old
Dutch bag and a grey squirrel.
The duck didn't mind a Ford turning right,
didn't mind me watching.
He sipped from a puddle, walked into
the lawn at 106 Munro.
Since then he's memory, that sure of himself.
[then something or other from the spot where
this is remembered] I recommend the duck,
the lone duck making afternoon
like pepper in a shaker made of glass.
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