Mid-January, Rain - January 13, 2012 |
September 14, 2008 Somewhere Near Halifax We went sightseeing today and had an excellent pub lunch. By the time we were coming home via a grocery store, we were all a little grumpy and Chris was making a fuss about how far the Sainsbury's was. We stopped off at our hosts' house instead and asked them where to go, and it was a good thing because the Sainsbury's closes early on Sunday anyway. We found a local store that had most everything we wanted. It's the time of the tour when just a few hours or an overnight away from my mates isn't enough. I was a bit foggy-headed all day, maybe from having awakened with a sore back from this bed. I did find a topper, miraculously -- there was another, equally horrible twin mattress UNDER the bed with a separate topper on it, so I just swiped the topper and added it to the poky, spring-filled mattress on top. It took care of the spring problem, though the whole thing still sags in the middle. You could skateboard on this mattress and do those flying turns at the ends. Anyway a worse situation, I discovered, was that I'm highly allergic to this room and this house. When I took everything off the mattress to add the topper, I got to see just how old, stained and decrepit it really is. Dust mite Mecca. Add to that the cocker spaniel, the rugs and curtains, and you have a perfect brew for me to feel like Roto Rooter has come and reamed out my nose. Oh well. We've decided not to stay here the extra (fourth) night, but instead will carry through with our original plan to spend that one at our agent's house, before heading out for four or five consecutive gigs. Gigs where, I allow myself to hope, at least some of the time they might be putting us up in separate rooms. It's always so dicey. Aside from the sneezing, and just a touch of indigestion from slaloming right and left of the proper eating plan, I got through the day without too much complaining. We did see some very cool stuff today, an estate originating in the 15th century, and a beautiful town hall with face effigies of John the Baptist all over the place, complete with blood drops coming off his chin. (He's the patron saint of weavers, apparently, and Halifax was a famous weaving town.) On top of the huge clock in the tower is carved, "Live justly and fear not," or something to that effect. Below the clock is carved, "Fear God always!" Near the door is another saying: "Act wisely." Yeah, how about wisely choosing a religion that doesn't contradict itself and leave its followers confused and fearful? Stuff like that briefly pisses me off. I'm still a little blue. Carol wanted to go somewhere tonight to an open mic, but I'm so not in the mood. We'll be busy enough, soon enough. Let's chill while we can. |
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