It's the flag waving weekend. Today is the nationalist celebration St Jean le Baptiste, where all Quebecers are encouraged to celebrate themselves with flags and libations. There is a parade that will pass in front of our house in a few hours which will snake toward the Olympic Stadium where free concerts will be given all day. Tonight, there will be many fireworks. I'm not fond of these types of events. "We are the best," is not a theme I can adhere to be it here, in the states or anywhere. The best part of this day is that it's a paid holiday.
I'm in a funk. Ever since I finished the 6th Harry Potter. My haiku sums it up:
Dumbledore is dead.
Hating hard that fucking Snape,
I'm all glum and stuff.
We've been working in the garage on the parking meters and will continue to do so today. Also the tenant upstairs moved and we've got to prep it for the new tenant that arrives next week. The tub was FILTHY, but Serge and his Magic Eraser and CLR made it look like new again.
Hope your weekend is less drudge filled than ours. Peace.