Bright and temperate this Sunday morning in the Capital of Dull. The muggy weather that characterized the early part of the week here seems to have rolled off.
Had a bit of an American cultural adventure yesterday, as my girlfriend wanted some potting soil for a plant that's dying. Since my attitude regarding houseplants is about the same as Basil Fawlty's, I viewed this as a bit of an inconvenience...
Normally when she wants this sort of thing we go to Home Depot (which is bad enough :eek:). However, we were in West Hartford and the only Home Depot I knew of is in Manchester, which is not terribly convenient. So, we're driving through the very unique West Hartford landscape, past the Toys R'Us, the Borders, and the Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and lo and behold there appears (disappointingly, without any revelational music in the background) a...Basil Fawlty: Polly, what's that smell?
Polly: Flowers, I just got them from the garden.
Basil Fawlty: Well, what are you stinking the place up with those for? What's happened to the plastic ones?
Polly: Being ironed.
Well, neither of us have ever been in a Target, so in we went on our quest for potting soil. My God! This place sells every cheap piece of crap imaginable to mankind, from fake jewelry, to odd looking clothes, to furniture (!!), to automotive products, to potting soil (thank God). My girlfriend, never having experienced this before, is astounded, flitting about remarking on how inexpensive various items were. For example, she finds a 16 package of paper towels for some ridiculous price and wants to buy them, until I point out to her that we have absolutely no place to put a 16 pack of paper towels.
As this continues, I keep thinking "God, I wish I were somewhere else!" Which, of course, leads me to the ...
TOTD: If you could spend today, and only today, somewhere else doing something else, where and what would it be? In this thought experiment, note that trivial matters such as distrance, time zones, and cost do not apply. For example, a perfectly valid answer "chatting up beautiful Oriental women in the Mandarin Bar in Hong Kong." No matter, as you would still be home on Monday morning, back into your usual routine.
For my part, I would like to be on the Rue des Italiens in Paris. When I used to spend weekends in Paris, I would religiously get out about 10:00 on a Sunday morning, wander over there for cafe-au-lait and the London Times (there was a news kiosk next to L'Opera that always had the Times). Afterwards, I would stroll down to the Seine and the bookstalls and, after noon of course, head for Harry's Bar (a bit touristy, I know, but I've always had fond memories of it).
Then, after an afternoon of drinking and reading papers, off to one of the restaurants again on Rue des Italiens for some Parisian choucroute and wine. Perhaps a brief stroll around the Jardin des Tuileries and then back to the Insurance Capital for the work week beginning bright and early on Monday morning.