Lulu sends her regards. While she and her husband are cavorting in paradise this week, Mr. Mock and I have moved into their condo to take care of their cat Mr. Leonard and to facilitate some repairs at our place that will render our bathroom unusable for a week.
I’m a pedestrian in suburbia this week, Chicklets. Off work, I’m just puttering around, hanging with Leonard. So the other day I thought I’d walk to a nearby mall because I’m in need of some lady clothes for work. It’s a ten-minute walk and yet it isn’t meant to be walked. Semis come barreling off the highway ramp that feeds into the arterial you’re strolling along. Then at one point, the mall in your sights, the sidewalk ends and you have to walk along these grassy embankment thingys. It was quite an adventure.
It also turns out there’s a conspiracy among the second run and art house cinemas to not have matinees any more. The only movies you can see at one o’clock are blockbusters. Who knew?