that's how i was remembered yesterday on commercial drive.
mr. henry.
sure, keith, who i ran into, had not had a lot of sleep the night before - many just a few hours - and i hadn't seen him for a little bit, so maybe i shouldn't have been surprised, in that context, that he got my last name mixed-up but it was still a little alarming from someone i've known a solid 20 years or so...keith and i first met years ago when cordova street was the place to be - the block coffe bar, etc...i have gone through that nostalgia before so i won't again now, but it was a great time. keith now lives on denman island and has it pretty good i think...nice to see him...
yesterday was almost as busy as the last...except no lawn cutting. up early, as usual...went to home depot and rented a floor sander for mishi and the garbs so they could do the floors at the pickle, went and had some snacks and nice long walk afterwards with sara, ran into keith, walked some more, went back to the pickle and grabbed mishi and went and bought paint for the floor at the pickle, had a snack, made my way to tornack's and got him to go to bomber hockey - where i found out how easy it is to break a composite hockey stick on the boards - very - and then back to the pickle to pick-up the sander and the kids and take it back to the depot and the kids home....
then, to end my day...matt, senor bomber, had smuggled some bush's best baked beans across the border for me, so i cooked up a can of those for a late dinner...nice. thanks matt!
then it was sleepy time...
have a great monday.
g. xo
keith lives the dram on commercial drive.
these guys live the dream at the giants game saturday night.
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