One of these things is not like the others. Or is it?
So we've been home from our vacation for a full week now and I'm only just beginning to recover. We had a blast -- the five little ones and their amazing grandmother did, in particular -- but it was tiring, especially the two days of sixteen hours of travel. (All I'm going to say about Air Canada is that it has got to be one of the worst companies in the world. It should be put out of its misery. Seriously, just scrap the whole thing and start over. Thank god for fellow travellers who are kindness incarnate. Young man travelling in business class I'm thinking of you.)
I'm fantasizing about taking a solo vacation to one of the other countries for which I recently acquired passports. If you had your choice, would you go to Utopia, Wonderland, Oz, or the Garden of Eden? (I'm thinking I haven't lost quite enough weight to carry off that last one just yet.) Note to self: I also need to apply for citizenship to Neverland, Paradise, and the Unconscious as well.
I picked up these notebooks, produced by the Unemployed Philosophers Guild (is that not one of the best names for a company ever?) at one of my favourite bookstores in the whole world, Bolen Books in Victoria, B.C. I have a lot of favourite bookstores but on this visit, this one reminded me of why, even though I love the idea of electronic books and e-readers and I do expect publishing to change significantly over the next few years, I also expect good independent bookstores to stay around. The best ones -- and Bolen Books is one of the best -- are almost like beautifully curated museums. They make you fall in love with books you never thought you'd be interested in. Bolen Books also has a tantalizing selection of paper goods, gifts, and toys. I almost never leave the place without a book and something else.