Actually, the image above was from Saturday morning's ride.
Because, with no one around at home, the Wackadoodle and I went for a ride down to Trout Lake for a little ball tossing and strumming in the sun.
Little did we know....
The Farmers' Market was back up and running and the Reading Festival was happening too.
Which was fun and interesting, but it was not quite the East End pastoral we were looking for.
The bike trailer Rosie the wackadoodlier one is riding in these days was once used to haul the then still Tiny E. to and from kindergarten.
Then, after that, it was used to haul even tinier e. to and from daycare.
Now it is pretty tired, and a little worn out, but it is still good enough for a guitar, and a dog, and an old guy to pull it.
More than enough.
There was no bike ride early yesterday morning.
Instead, we took the former Tiny, now Bigger, E. out to Sea Island and put her, her two massive suitcases, and her ukulele, into a very shiny, cigar tube-shaped people carrier.
So she could head off to school in Montreal.
Except this year she is not staying in the campus rumpus room/hotel.
Should be interesting.
Meanwhile, Merv Adey still has not heard either a confirmation or a denial from the CBC or the BC Liberals about whether (or not) backroom pressure contributed to the MoCo's dumping of Rafe Mair.