Ohh!! Sea puss is octopus - OK. I just couldn't imagine making a soup out of those slugs.
For all of you who are suffering up north, specially my friends in Winter Hell (Ottawa) who have to wear crampons on their boots to walk safely outside, I must tell you that the weather here is sunny, hot and lovely and your time soon-come.
The kids are back to school this week. I just saw a taxi bike going by with five on board; two smaller kids seated on the gas tank in front of the driver and two bigger kids seated behind him. All the kids were dressed in their prim uniforms and all were carrying their little backpacks with them. No helmets, of course.
More on Tanya . . .
She was sitting with us the other evening and suddenly she said, “Me ‘ave a question to aks you! When me watch de American shows on TV, why do de kids all ‘ave der own beds? Ev’ry time dey go to bed, der is only one kid in de bed!?” This was said very quickly, rat-ta-tat-tat. Her rate of speech goes up the more time she spends with us.
Turns out Tanya never had her own bed growing up, even as a teenager.
Down on the West End Road a car backfired loudly – twice. Immediately, Tanya’s expression changed from happy and smiling to one of concern and worry. She glanced at me, her eyebrows raised.
“I think it was a car,” I said.
“You sure?” she said, looking in the direction of the sound. It was then I noticed that her keychain, lying on the table, had a six-inch switchblade attached to it. Tanya had previously told us that she had spent most of her teenage years growing up in Kingston.
Tanya’s boyfriend was working on New Year’s Eve. But that wasn’t going to stop her from going out and ringing in the New Year. When we asked her what her plans were, she told us she was going to get dressed up, then walk with one of her girlfriend’s down to her boyfriend’s workplace, give him a kiss and then head back into center town and hang out there. At the moment she’d had her hair up in a kerchief and was wearing a ragged Hollister top and some old flannel shorts.
We saw here before she headed out, and did she ever dress up! Tanya is tall and slim; she wore a tight short dress that showed lots of leg and generous cleavage. Her hair was all gussied up and her makeup was done to a T. To finish it off she wore a pair of seven inch, glittery pumps. Given her boyfriend’s reaction to the Facebook hot-tub photos, Bea and I weren’t so sure it would be a good idea for her to go and visit her man, the way she was dressed, and all.
Later on New Year’s Day we found that her visit hadn’t gone as planned. Tanya came and got Bea and they had a long woman to woman discussion. Tanya said she was moving out. Her NYE outfit did not solicit the expected response, in fact, quite the opposite. The drama drew out for the whole day. Tanya spent a lot of time at our place, she was on and off the phone a lot. She said she’d had a big bumba argument with her beau, but she didn’t really remember what was said.
However, today, she’s still around and as happy as ever.
Winner's plaza - where the bike taxis hang out in the morning.
So if I drink a lot of Red Stripe I'll develop a 21 inch waist? Is that what this ad is trying to tell me?
Some shacks on the road across from White Hall Plaza.
