The Boy, The Smelly and I drove down to Kingston for a little weekend fun.
Whilst there, we visited Kingston’s newest game store, where The Boy discovered — lo! — a bunch of Ender-based graphic novels. What with all the hoopla about the upcoming film and all (Mordred as Bean? Hmm…), his enthusiasm for the series has been rekindled somewhat. I picked up another two Sandman volumes (because I can justify buying all the individual ones, but not the awesome, coffee-table compilation, apparently… what is wrong with me??), Neverwhere (it’s a graphic novel, too!) as well as a sort of horror short-story compilation suggested by Nick. Book I did not buy, though I did lust after it somewhat? The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. So pretty.
If the selection of comics and NES games isn’t enough to convince you, this was also the first non-pet store that our puppy has ever been welcomed into. Hurray for smaller, dog-friendly towns!
We spent most of Saturday wandering around the campus where I discovered that…
- People have been lying to me: Not only is the campus pub exactly where it’s always been, but the whole of the student centre is the same. What’s with all the rumours that they rebuilt it?
- What little new construction there is hasn’t been as disruptive to my memories as I’d feared. Really, I’d been working myself into a lather over… not a whole heck of a lot. Lesson learned.
We meandered by the waterfront, where The Smelly splooshed about, trying to give chase to a duck (not even close). We were a little alarmed at how deep he got — it’s the first time where he’s put his back underwater, and he was still heading out into the lake at that point — but all ended well (if somewhat damp and lakewater-smelling-ly) and we hit up the local brew pub.
Then on Sunday, I remembered to bring my camera with us!
For breakfast, Pan Chancho was a must, as The Boy had never been. (You’ll notice our dog’s sense of entitlement has not abated in the least. The passing tourists from France who asked to take pictures with him didn’t help, although it was cute.)
The Boy was pleased with their selection of danishes, and he surprised me with a pain au chocolat — with three chocolate sticks in! — as well as a delicious cookie. (Who says we don’t eat healthy?)
After that, we wandered down to city hall where (in place of the previous day’s farmer’s market) there was… an antique market!
We both agreed that we found this market to be much nicer to similar events we’d attended in our town. People were friendlier, prices seemed more reasonable, the variety of Stuff was also quite impressive. Best of all, I wasn’t the only one who found things of interest: The Boy also had some hauls — hurray!
(If you’re wondering, yes, that is an honest to goodness chainmail maker/vendor. No, we did not buy any chainmail items.)
It was a very fun way to spend the pre-brunch hours. A quick stop in at the Toucan, and The Smelly got to meet a lady friend: Pepper Potts! We headed up to the dog park (I didn’t even know there was one!!) and watched the puppies romp about for a bit.
After that, it was time to go. The Boy (and puppy) walked me down to the ferry, before heading back home. (Where, I hear, we finally got some much-needed rain. I am so relieved, as I had basically given up in my garden. Hurray for rain!) I, on the other hand, set sail (well, you know, sort of) for Wolfe Island, where I’m staying for the week (and where, thus far, we have had nothing but blue skies). The view from here?
(To be continued!)