March 8, 2016
I can’t boast too many activities today as I started working on the third issue of our magazine, which by the way, keeps attracting more and more readers.
Yesterday only we had over 1200 and per total since February 15, we have had around 26,000. That’s something I’d say.
Today, besides the obligatory walks with Rex, I went out only in the evening for some shopping. Actually, I took my daughter with me, as I had to stay out with Rex and she had to go inside and do the shopping.
I was simply amazed by the way people park their cars. It seems that our society is growing more and more selfish day by day.
First I spied a lady who parked her car exactly in front of the supermarket – it would have been too difficult to go to the parking area. She blocked everyone coming out with their carts. They had to take it round so that they could get to the parking lot and to their cars.
Then, another lady, unfortunately (I don’t like the general talking about women and cars, but here we are, evidence in front of our eyes and it is irrefutable), simply parked her car in the middle of the road. No cars could pass by, one way or another. Drivers had to drive towards the other end of the parking lot and get out there.
Anyway, I am happy I don’t drive (well, I do, but not in Toronto – with the parking downtown, it is a bit problematic and I prefer not to be encumbered with such menial things).
I was very happy to see that my weird mutt is extremely intelligent. It was enough to send my daughter to Dollarama to buy him a toy only once when we were together and it seems that now he is aware that there’s the realm of toys.
The moment we passed by Dollarama he started to pull on his leash to go inside. I told him it was not his day, as he’d forgotten about the pact with the stars and the planes and he’d started to bark again.
When we got back home and went out on the balcony, the stars were up and, of course, karma, I think, made it that a plane flew by. He tried to bark but controlled himself and whimpering looked at me to show me that he is good. Luckily for me, though, we will not pass by that Dollarama till weekend.
Now that I complained about parking and about my dog’s fetish for toys (he’s got tens of toys, my bedroom overflows), I will say good night, or good morning, but better good bye. Till next time.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
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