WestFest

This weekend was WestFest, "Westboro Village's Festival of Music, Art & Life". Taking advantage of the beautiful weather, I decided to go check it out on Saturday. It should be noted that I actually walked there. Not very significant for most I'm sure, but considering it's me we're talking about, well that speaks volumes. It reach the main stage at WestFest was just a little over 2 miles. But definitely worth it. As I arrived, Jason Collett was starting his performance. Because I did go later in the day, I did miss some of the other attractions, other performers, photographers, artists and a whole lot more. It was a tiring experience as I also went to the grocery store on my way home. Yup, a combination of a backpack full of groceries resting on the back in very warm weather can drain the energy. And although Kieran did behave wonderfully at the festival, walking down Scott proved to be quite a challenge with the numerous rabbits that would become statutes not 10 feet away. Way to build arm muscles.

Hopefully I will be in Ottawa next year to enjoy WestFest'08 in its entirety.

Age-induced paranoia

At what age does the mind step over the line between a touch of madness to fully cracked? Or can it always be a sign of an unglued mind? Perhaps it is simple frustration that mistakes are being made and time is limited.

At the grocery store an elderly woman exhaustively explains that the pie she has purchased is mislabelled and this is her second attempt to remedy the situation. She tells the cashier it is not a cherry pie, but rather a fruit pie. After calling the manager as per her request she continues her diatribe about the inconvenience of taking numerous buses just because of this mistaken pie incident. After the manager approaches she then takes it to another level, proclaiming that because this is the second time this has happened to her, all of the pies are mislabelled and surely the result of a person's "sick joke".