I have been living in my current abode for about nine and a half years. This is the longest period I have remained at the same address without interruption in my life. While I technically resided in my parent's house longer, that occupation was disrupted by a couple of sabbaticals that lasted six to nine months.
It therefore struck me as nonsensical that I still had shelving boards and supports in one of my cupboards that I had never used in my current flat. Few weeks ago, I stopped in a nearby store connected to Habitat for humanity that recycles building materials and the like to ask if it could use my unneeded shelving material. I had come prepared with a picture of the bits on my iPhone. The person in charge said "Yes, thank you. There is always a need for shelving material." Therefore, a little later in the day, I brought the bits around and dropped them off.
Some of the shelf supports were a vivid orange that I rather associate with the late sixties or early seventies. I had snaffled these from my parent's. Curious as to their precise origin, I gave my Father a phone call. He wasn't sure, but he believed that they had either been bought in London, Ontario (i.e. before I was born) or Toronto ( i.e. shortly after)! Vintage, I tell you, vintage.
A blog about cycle-touring and cycle-commuting around Montreal. Plus gratuitous entries about nieces, nephews and mooses.
Monday, 25 March 2013
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
On a new quasi-nephew
I just got off the phone with James who gave the news that his son was born on March 16th and all are doing well. The lad is named Griffin. I associate the name with Joey's youngest son, a red-head. But that is neither here nor there. It's a good name. His big sister Isla told me that she had helped give him a bath.
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