So the other
week I was happily vintage treasure hunting about these beaches... I must say that there may have been some broomstick twitching
in this old cottage to get me out hunting... I had been doing too much and not getting out for any me -
time... broomstick tends to twitch when I let that happen... so I took a few hours out, got myself
in the Beach Mobile (I would like to say that this is a vintage white vehicle from the
past, however it is a typical car of a forty - is - the - new - thirty woman of this
time with three children to cart around to
various activities), grabbed a coffee, a basket and my wipes (op - shops are the grubbiest of abodes) and went to work.
I've been at home these
past two
weeks, recuperating from a knee replacement surgery and have had ample
time to pursue
various articles
in the National Post, The Toronto Star and the Globe and Mail about the impending doom that will eventually,
in one form or another, befall our industry.