Sonja and I are enjoying a lovely week off while much of the rest of Steepleton have hi-ho-hi-ho'd themselves back to work, school and whatever it is the rest of the world do who do not have be places or have shit done at a set time.
Much has happened but I have had little time to write a few words to share with you. One very short story will have to suffice for today.
We were having a rainy day picnic in Stanley Park sheltered in one of the park's many large covered spaces. There were but two other couples sharing the space with us - at the opposite from where we sat eating and drinking our beer and wine. The other people were doing the same except they were drinking white wine. They were talking animatedly but we could not hear them above the sound Dope City September rain makes on an uninsulated roof.
"I bet they are fucking Germans," I told Sonja.
She was unconvinced. "Beer you do not know shit. Lots of people drink white wine in the rain."
"No they fucking do not," I said as if it were as predictable as the Canucks not winning the Stanley Cup next spring. Then I got up and went over to see if I was right.
After I finished making nice with the white wine drinking sons of bitches I returned to Sonja.
"Well?" she asked.
"Only Motherfucking Nazis drink white wine in the rain."