Things That Keep Happening

We turned onto Bridge Street, which is our main street. The phone started ringing. We were only a minute from our destination, Freska for breakfast with Bob and Barb, so I ignored the phone, but we soon discovered it had been Bob calling.

As soon as we parked, Barb was banging on the window, telling us that the restaurant was closed. The last time this happened was on a Monday and that led to my post, Town Realities. In that piece I explained that this sort of thing could occur in towns — Monday closings, I mean.

Well it happened again but this time on a Friday. They were taking an extended seasonal holiday and would re-open tomorrow. We did find another restaurant: a different place than last time. That was the first thing that reoccurred. 

After a nice long chat, we headed home and got our bearings for awhile before heading out for a walk on a sunny winter day. That led to a few forgettable photos that I will likely post tomorrow, but it also led to another ridiculous hat episode: Thing 2.

It was last February that I posted Fool of a Toque when my toque rode up in a nonsensical manner. It was so ridiculous that Sue took a picture on the way home. I haven't seen the toque since then. Thanks goodness.

 

It sort of happened again, this time with a cap, but it wasn't the hat's fault on this occasion.

I was wearing a coat that leaves a little gap at the neck. The day was cold enough that I thought to cover my neck, so I grabbed a cowl-like thing, pulled it over my head and down to cover my neck. The problem soon revealed itself. The cowl was too long and so it bunched up and basically knocked my hat askew, at least it did on a day when I needed to use the ear flaps.

Sue took these pics when we got back to the car after our walk. I swear I was not hamming it up for the camera. You can see how the neck-thing knocked my earflaps up which in turn knocked the peak down. I saw a lot of ground on that walk I tell you.

Needless to say, this neck thing is going to follow the toque thing to wherever these things go after fulfilling their purpose of making me look ridiculous. As if I require any assistance in that endeavour.