Yesterday's trivia

I was out and about all day yesterday, hence no blogging. It was a great day, weather-wise, and I managed a personal best: the earliest day in the year I've ever managed to get a sunburn. Of course, I was assisted in this by my ever-receding hairline . . . my forehead and my scalp under the thinned-out hair on the top of my head are now glowing red. And that was from just two hours of sitting in the bleachers yesterday morning, watching Victor's first Rep soccer try-out of the season.

Victor wasn't happy with his performance, but he's got three more chances to improve (Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday evenings).

Elizabeth and I drove out to Port Hope in the afternoon to have lunch at Dr. Corbett's Inn, but unfortunately it was also some high pagan holiday in town: "Toss Your Granny On Her Fanny" or some such tomfoolery. The place was just hoaching with tourists, some of 'em rolling monster inner-tubes and wearing odd costumes.

We did manage to squeeze in to the bar at Dr. Corbett's (thanks Dave!), and eventually the crowds subsided enough that we could walk the streets safely again. Elizabeth noticed an odd piece of furniture in one of the antique stores, which claimed to be a "Gustav Stickley" tea trolley. I'll post some photos of it later, but it certainly didn't look very Stickley-like to my untutored eye.

I also overheard an amusing conversation in "Furby House Books", an independent bookstore on the main street:

Customer: Have you met many of these authors? [pointing at small table of Canadian authors who had done book signings in the store]

Store employee: . . . oh yes, I met this author [pointing to a book by Ted Barris], and he was very nice and friendly even if he does write books about evil things like war [said with a very pronounced sneer, as if Barris was a convicted child molester].
I also met David Suzuki [said caressingly, with true love in the voice], but he was too important to speak to insignificant people like me . . .