Thanks to the Palm Portable Keyboard, this evenings Blog is brought to you from the 401 corridor. Rabbit and I are returning from yet another weekend in Cambridge visiting our family.
Usually on these trips we can listen to Q107 until just minutes before we pull into Amherstview. Tonight being Canada’s birthday the mighty “Q” is favoring us with a review of Canadian rock and roll legends.
Today has had a kind of magical quality to it. Friday and Saturday were wildly hot and humid and seemed to last forever. Rabbit and I felt both sweaty and gross both days. This morning we dragged ourselves out of bed (Mom’s futon) and lo and behold: a shiver down the spine as the covers came off. The clouds were casting diffused light on everything and globs of cold rain pelted down occasionally like caffinated sprinters repeatedly starting accidentally before the pistol
Anyway it filled us both with optimism and good vibes because we’re about to spend a third day listening to discourses at the District Assembly. When we got outside to jump in the car. It was actually cold. This was funny because the night before we had both dreamt of snow; probably the product of some heat induced fantasy.
But like I said the day has and continues to have a magical quality. Looking out my window the moon is looking down through the remains of clouds.
We just passed by port hope (11:01PM)
Though typing in the car is really cool, I have found this so far to be an ergonomic nightmare. My wrists are screaming. Heh.
Neil Young comes on the radio and Jenny turns it down. Neil is a noisy old maniac… Q107 considers Neil to be “The Guy” when it comes to Canadian rock and has decided to wrap up their review of Canadian rockers with a rousing live recording of Rockin’ in the Free World”. *sigh*.
The car in front of us is weaving all over the place and Jenny decides to gun it past him. The driver of the weaving car is treated to my judgmental scrutiny as we pass him at 140kmph. He’s driving a big car like a cutlass or a Malibu. His elbow is up on the window and his head is sort of leaning up against his fist. Since I can’ see any appreciable problems with him I am forced to make things up. Intoxicated transgendered robot.
LANE SHIFT AHEAD.