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there is a yank on the pouch cove town council - not me
it is nice to be able to head down into the basement to do laundry instead of driving over to torbay or to mighty whites in st. john's. both weren't much of a bother as i had a ritual. at martin's convenience, i would dump the clothes in and head down to stavanger drive to do food shopping and pick up the clothes on the way back. in st. john's i would head to the bagel for my weekly breakfast out eggs and samosa with an orange juice.

here i can work. ran down to bruce's for laundry detergent and met the person staying in the lower studio of the pipe house now that the people from massachusetts found it too much to bear and disappeared, not officially though - she was in front of me at bruce's and saw her cross the road.

on the way back saw that the library would be opening for a couple of hours so picked up my cd and headed back to make use of the computer.

heading back to the library one of the morning crowd was in his car - he had nodded my first pass by - with his lights on. made him aware of the fact and thus had to make his snap.

diane wasn't in but found out that the computer slots don't have a spot for cd-roms. checked e-mail. a woman from north of toronto was doing a bit of genealogy, she and the librarian looked at the book of triptychs that i had left there. smiled said hello and proceeded to help the woman with names of contacts in pouch of people that she could talk to.

laundry had me getting organised for the trip into st. john's to download the blog and post some letters. i have decided that the 15% that i save on the gst is worth it if i am going into the city anyway.

brought the wash up and took it out to hang on the line i'm sure the men in the shed to the north were having a ball watching me wrestle with sheets in the wind. made sure that all was well secure because it was quite blustery.

about twenty minutes later gave the men something more to talk about as after seeing the front window wet, i was racing outside to bring the laundry in the rain.

was so proud, i was going to hang out the wash, not use the dryer save some energy and do what people in proper suburbs cannot do. i was going to have my clothes dry over the north atlantic. now i was having my clothes dry by newfoundland power.

in my cheapness, i try to arrive in st. john's as close to 3pm as possible as i can park in gower street for the two hours and not have to move the car as two hour limit only goes to 5pm. i can do my errands without worrying about the time.

headed upstairs in wordplay to download osx - no such luck as it was for a g4 powerbook. not to worry things can be arranged. jen, seeing me says that i should head down to the duke now, jim has been there for a couple of hours with some artists. reckon that he'll be there a couple of hours more and i want to download the blog and post the cards.

that done i head to the post office turning down mcmurdo's lane and into the duke to say i'll be back. three hours and two pints later - the drive keeps me sober - i head to the post office that had closed 30 minutes before i arrived.

the dalliance at the duke was due to two artists in from toronto - chris and heidi. he a painter, she an editor for toro. they were way ahead of me in drinks and i was feeling a financial pinch - another reason for the moderation. they were camping across newfoundland. they looked at my work on the website work up i looked at her magazine thinking of people who could be interesting for her.

in the ensuing conversation they were invited back to the pipe house for dinner and a sleep over - she was going to bake bread and make a pad thai. while i was heading for the post office the went to a martini bar at the end of duckworth - grafenberg's - i'd meet them there before heading out.

saw angela heading into auntie crae's on the way over so stopped to have a chat on the way back.

auntie crae's was pretty much empty, no bread, no deli goods, you could tell that it was the end of the day. a discussion over coffee, looked for yeast for bread and when given a brick the size of - well a brick - decided to let them buy it.

didn't care much for grafenberg's. too slick, too techno. one of the double doors was open to the street and in it there was a piano. sat at the bar dance music playing we the only four in the place until more men our age came in then some older women - it seems that they have dinner theatre. definitely a duke person.

headed out soon after, passing ziggy's to get some chips - a pavlovian habit - walk home from pub need chips - they were closed, headed up mcmurdo's lane passing sue heading to the duke and headed out to pouch - forgetting to buy my globe.

for years driving along route 20 i felt intimidated as i was going maybe 10 above the limit and having car queue up behind me. now i cannot get up to the speed limit.

back at number 14, i made myself a cappuccino, cleaned up a bit washed more sheets, hung my still damp clothes on the line and awaited the arrival of jim, heidi and chris.

they were gob smacked by the location , view and the house. stood on the bedroom deck and looked up toward the would be compound, pointed out harold's place - whom they know . jim gave them a history of the construction of the house. when it was bought the only view of the ocean was through the bath and then it could only be seen if you stood up to pee. unloaded the food, heidi started cooking and baking, the rest started drinking. wine. my working class hero status has it so that i'm not keen on wine. discussions about art, pouch, can lit which go on until it is time to eat at about midnight.

at about 11pm we decide to invite the people who are in the pipe house up again - jim and chris had driven over to see if they were home. this time i walked over, 11pm isn't late here. law and order doesn't come on for another 30 minutes and late night with david letterman comes on at 1am. the house on the other side of sullivan's loop was still lit up when i went to bed at two. walking over the houses along main road were lit, people were chatting, one man was in his shed with friends. they were - however - except for one woman who was looking out at the road from her darkened house - sitting the in rooms furthest from the ocean. the only light on in the pipe house was coming from the bath in the upper studio. i reckoned that they all had either gone to sleep - the lower studio was pitch black - or were preparing to.
this was borne out when jim rang and heard a groggy voice on the other end.

felt a bit sorry for heidi having to cook all of this. the house was set up like a traditional house on the rock - well except that there is a view of the ocean. the entrance is though the kitchen which adjoins a large eating room so one can be sociable while meals are prepared. but the best view of the ocean is in the sitting room which is separated from the kitchen by a window - you can see the ocean but cannot be part of conversations.

angela showed up as we were sitting down to eat. it was to drive jim back to st. john's. i cleaned up and decided that maybe by morning my laundry would be dry.