I do know we bought paint last Friday because I have the Visa slip to prove it. We had brought home several paint 'chips' to see what might work well in the kitchen, using one of the decorated tiles as a palette. After some discussion, Glen decided a creamy brown would work best. This from the man who thought you could get whiter than white.
Saturday we were up early to catch the 10am ferry to Salt Spring Island. We were headed to the Ganges market. We got parked in our usual place and went to our usual food stalls. We got a chunk of Montana goat cheese and some feta from Salt Spring Island Cheese and Tomme d'Or from Moonstruck Cheese. Then we bought a loaf of Country Style bread from 'The Bread Lady' and broad beans from a market gardener.
On the way back to the car, we stopped at The Fishery Seafoods where we bought a lovely salmon. So, with supper organized and in our cooler, we returned to the Ganges wharf for lunch. We ended up at our usual restaurant but weighed the menus of the others before we did so. The service at any place on market day is slow so we sat back to enjoy the afternoon sitting on the patio of The Oystercatcher. We drank a couple of pints of Granville Island English Bay Pale Ale and then we each ordered a lamb burger with a green salad (which was topped with shredded beets so hardly green).
We then headed to Garry Oaks Winery to buy our usual case of wine. Normally, I would buy our favourites then leave but Fetish is no longer made so I knew I'd have to taste the other red they offered. The man serving us told us since we were buying a case, he'd do a complete tasting for us. In the end, we bought 2 bottles of Blanc de Noir, 2 of Pinot Gris, 4 of Pinot Noir and 4 of Zeta. We had the Blanc de Noir with our salmon and it looks like a rosé but is dry and refreshing.
We arrived at Fulford Harbour to await the 4:00 sailing only to see the ferry approaching. Glen was determined to have a cup of coffee so headed to the Rock Salt Café. Turns out the ferries were running late because this was the busiest market day of the year. We boarded and after spending a few minutes on deck went back to the van to recline the seats for a nap.
Sunday morning, we decided to hit the Blenkinsop Driving Range. I thought I might get more distance from my driver if I didn't choke up on the grip. Glen wanted to work on the speed of his swing. That evening we joined Tony and Diane at their favourite pub, Smuggler's Cove. We drank a couple of pints of Phillips Slipstream Cream Ale then ordered their special of roast beef and yorkshire pudding. Our server asked us how we wanted our beef cooked--well, medium, and rare were our answers (Diane had Lamb souvlaki). When the server returned with our food, the beef on each dish was cooked exactly the same way. She laughed and said the chef was cooking it that way for everyone. Why ask us, then? Funny thing, the veggies were almost raw. However, the dish was all about the yorkshire pudding. It was huge! Had it been standing on the plate, it would have been as tall as Glen's hand. And it was tasty! Glen finished with a lava cake while Tony and I had coffee.
Monday, Glen decided to heap some TLC on the van. I swear the lube guys smell money when they see Glen coming. Suffice to say, the beast is happy and so is Glen. After lunch, we walked to Willows Beach so I could plant my last dragon tattoo letterbox. We ended up walking back and forth along the beach before finding the right spot. We also saw Black Oystercatchers which was a first for us.
Tuesday we were back at Mt. Doug golfing, this time with Kathy and Brian. They had been golfing the same number of years as us and obviously worked on their game. We could have been the Bobbsey Twins for Glen and Brian often hit close to each other and Kathy and I did the same. At one point, Glen and Brian's drives were 18 inches apart. We had a good round with them. That's the nice thing about golfing Mt Doug, everyone is there to enjoy themselves and no one takes themselves seriously.
Yesterday, Glen declared he had to work. He'd been answering emails and taking conference calls over the past two weeks but he needed to do two reviews and that meant having the whole day dedicated to the task. I thought I'd get some writing done but ended up doing my mid-month banking and creating a cipher for the Willows Beach letterbox. I sent it to Melissa and her friend, Joann who is a cipher whiz, to try and decode. Joann not only did so in record time but pointed out some of my typos. Not good having a code with mistakes.
Today we got a call from the garage in Revelstoke. They needed the keys to the Ion so they could test the new parts they'd installed. We had to find the Purolator store then head off to Mt Doug to golf. Most old folks get to Mt Doug before ten and we arrived at 10:30. We played by ourselves for a couple of holes before two ancient ladies joined us. Elsie and Marge were very sweet but they sure could kick butt on the golf course. I had my best game ever and I owe it to them. I didn't get any pars but once on the green I was two-putting instead of my usual three. Glen also did well with two pars. In the end, we had the same score.
As I write this, Glen is back at work. As he finished one of the reviews yesterday, two more came to him via email. It's a good thing we have the printer now so he can then read/critique them easily.
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