Magic! The first day that we didn’t have to get up for work (for quite a while, anyway) so we celebrated by stubbornly staying in bed. At least, I stayed in bed till 12 – Val got up a little earlier and made me breakfast. I’m sorry, I’ve just been corrected – I made breakfast, + then leapt back into bed, + read a little… I’ve started “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid test”. (I should explain – usually when I write this I ask Val for her recollections, especially when I’m a day or two behind – + she is able to correct me.) Then we drove into Mission Park area, as a local secondary school there was having a flea market. Unfortunately, we arrived there a bit late, + there wasn’t all that much left. However, bought John Fowles “The Collector”. Tried again to ring Liz, again no reply then came home.
A domestic afternoon – Val sewed, while I first wrote the diary, then read, temporarily abandoning Tom Wolfe for John Fowles. In the evening, we cooked bangers + mash, with carrots + mushy peas, followed by fresh fruit salad. And then, finally, we made it to the cinema. We’d finally found a film on in which we were vaguely interested, tho’ that was only because it starred Sissy Spacek, not because we knew anything about it. It was called “Raggedy Man”, + tho’ the plot was both predictable + melodramatic, the acting was of a very high standard, + it evoked the mood of war-time Texas effectively. It also has Sam Shepard, the US playwright, in it, which lent a curious touch.
No excitement like the night before on the way home. I think that Kelowna is quite well-equipped for things to do, with a fair few cinemas, discos, etc, but we’ve been without the necessary time, inclination, + energy to take advantage of them all. By the way, I forgot to mention that yesterday, while doing the washing, Val decided to put her hand thro’ the wringer – very pink. She was relatively calm about it – it was me that panicked. Ho hum.
Demob happy already, I see… though you must be too, having endured six weeks of apple talk. Liz was the same one we had tried to contact on our first pass through Vancouver, and – we hoped – our next host.
Not sure why the appearance of Sam Shepard, an actor of note, as well as a playwright, should have “lent a curious note”, and no way of interrogating the past, so we’ll never know. Just me being clever (or trying to.)