Commutes cannot get shorter than this. I attend morning meetings just 1 1/2 blocks away. Then the evening plans were just a further 2 blocks. I have survived three months without my own car and am beginning to dream of my own wheels. I certainly will not be needing them for the next 3 months while on mission in Cameroon. The weather should still be nice enough for cycling when I return in September. I will try Zipcars, more taxi rides, and car rentals as needed. Then if all fails, I’ll go back to car ownership.
I hang out at Corus Quay’s newest eatery--Against Grain has been open just 4 days. A yacht pulls alongside the quay--pretty classy way to arrive for dinner. I sip water nursing my vocal cords among the “beer lovers”. Despite my nonfunctioning vocal cords, I immerse myself in some lively conversation with Janet, John, and Patrick. We sit by the outdoor gas firepits watching the boats pass by. What a nice way to while away a summer evening.
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