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a quiet day yesterday. a walk to the library to check e-mail on the internet then over to bruce's to buy some milk and a chat with dannie. the morning crowd were gathering by the town hall again in cars as it was cold out. greeted russell, and worked a bit until ted raced over to show me the whales.

headed into st. john's early to post the blog now that i found a spot where i can park all day. walking down king's road stopped to make a photograph. when i headed down to duckworth, i smile at two gents working on their car.

-where you from? thought of ilona and the debates we used to have on being a tourist - she hated being thought of as a tourist in her own land and would bristle, didn't mind as i found out all sorts of things. so instead of saying pouch cove said baltimore - the colony that took and now that they talked to me i would have to make their snap. they laughed and made a snap first as they were standing looking at me his friend holding up his arm then while they were working on their car.

was worried as it was against bright buildings and their faces were in the shade. hung around as we were still chatting. had the book of snaps with me to show them what i was doing. they had a look. john, the person who asked where i was from liked it and wondered if he could buy one.

yeah sure like i'm going to sell a book made with an inkjet printer - something that will fade before i leave the province. said that i would send him one when i get back.

he gave me his name john browne irish browne - i said it was a good motel name like john smith - a newfoudlander not canadian, he thought that newfoundland should have joined the states in 1949. groaned. he then thought about it and agreed. the rough deal they got from canada wouldn't have been any easier and they would have a moron for a leader.

his friend bill england also wanted one. got his e-mail but it didn't take so headed back and got his son's. his wife - from fogo - had asked if i had been screeched yet. no don't much care for hard liquor. am a beer person.
-ah miller time bill said - flinched again.
-said that i liked beer. point taken.
mentioned quidi vidi and eric's red, they nodded in agreement and offered me one. tried to remember when this had happened in the land above mexico. when was the last time people had chatted when passing much less offer a beer.

headed in to saltwater chronicles as vicky hynds wanted to see what i was doing. left some books, headed down duckworth waved at ted in the barber shop. joked with lori in wordplay. sherry was already compiling the books that i want shipped back - wince when i have to give a u.s. address. answer more e-mail. make a date with jim and lori to head to grafenberg's at five.

down to eastern edge via the harbour - the bubble was quiet to-day . to gawk at the ocean liner that had docked. it was the tallest structure in st. john's. eastern edge to see if they have mix in yet. upstairs to st. michael's print shop to see about the possibility of having a study group come and if so could their space be used.

spoke to robert who was working again up there. mentioned that i had heard that his wife was heading over to twillingate for a day trip which may be a bit much - he should talk to angela. they are making it a weekend of it.

like the atmosphere of the workshop wish that i was a printmaker.

down to island beach ware to see if they found some sweatshirts for me. i buy them yearly as they are durable and take a great deal of abuse. the sales clerk recognised me and went looking. found three bought three. tried to make a snap of her but she said she wasn't photogenic.

back via arthur arthur to buy two samosa and a walk to the battery to do my " buy that not that, buy that " the houses were much improved - meaning that i couldn't afford them. the big clue was the house that used to have the pink white and green painted over the entire façade was now vinyl sided. passed albert sparked on the way but also passed hundreds of tourists so many that i put my camera away.

back to the craft centre to buy some letterpressed chapbooks to be posted again a wince when i gave the us address but a moral victory when i gave an island phone.

then i played at being the atget of st. john's swarving between the hotel newfoundland and the delta.

don't much like grafenberg's bad beer - it was two for one corona night complete with lime. they do have quidi vidi they may have sleeman's but no draught. all bottled, the place looks like a cheesy cocktail lounge, that could be in the lobby of a second rate hotel. walked down with jim and lori to meet mike. there was a realtor there who wants to sell me a place when i'm ready - yeah like that'll happen.

mike arrived i left. had my globe headed over to the duke - which was packed - for my two pints. the limit due to the drive back to pouch.

that little decision made me feel great. i like my evening sit reading the entire globe. it is my quiet time in the city and while i would like company i finally felt at ease enough to not want it at any means.

ninety minutes later headed back to grafenberg's to say good-bye to people whom i may not see before i leave. jen and dan had arrived they were awaiting a concert at lspu hall. not long after anne entered. sat and chatted a while but not drinking and staying seemed strange. headed back to pouch stopping at the dominion for tofu to fry.

the sky was read over conception bay so raced up bauline road passing the lit upper three island ball park and down into bauline where two people were playing basketball in the dark. was too late to see any red in the sky. bauline was much "improved" from last time more vinyl siding the house on the bay was sold. like the way bauline is nestled in between the mountains one road in and out.

when i arrived there were different shades of grey for the water the sky and the land around the bay.

a nice day where i felt more like a resident where i didn't feel like i had to fill my day. it comes with two days left.