Can there really be anything on earth more enervating than hanging out in a mall for two hours with zero to do? And all the seating is removed because – you know – Covid-19.
Had to take my car in to Nelson for an oil change. It took 2.5 hours, what with inspection and all. Lovely, Thorough. Too long.
And it was raining when I dropped it off.
I had a list for the drug store – so I walked to the mall and did my Shoppers Drug Mart thing – and then what?
I found a seat outside a cafe (hope they don’t notice me because – no, I don’t drink tea or coffee.) I’d brought my iPad, which was wonderful because today is new book day and two of my favourite authors had released new books. A new book in the Chet the Dig series! Yay!
That helped for an hour until a server noticed I was sitting there without a drink. Fair enough. Time to move. In my defence, there was no one else sitting at any of the tables.
And so I wandered up to Baker Street where you would think that Covid had never happened. In fact, excuse me for a small rant here: it seems that no one in this entire area seems to think we are in the middle of a pandemic.
Oh sure, I see the odd mask. But it’s rare. Mostly people are just hanging out like they did before. Lots of cafes had tables as close together as always. People were crowded on the sidewalks.
It’s not over by a long shot.
Yeah – I think I’ll let it go there.
By the time I got home, I was so done. I’d almost fallen asleep in the car. I find it easier to scramble up a mountain than to walk for 15 minutes in a mall – or downtown.
So I’ve strolled through the garden, tied up and pruned tomato plants, pulled a few weeds.
Feeling like I could sleep for a week.