Poussez sur la mur!

While sitting along the canal this afternoon, my feet dangling from the Hartwell concrete lockers that adjust the water levels, a yacht floated up below my feet. The husband was trying to pull a two-point turn in a space scarcely larger than his leather upholstered boat.  "Poussez sur la mur," the husband yelled to his wife, as she lanced the wall with a metal pole. 

I was sitting with my classmates in the shade of a tree, savouring a hot dog, when I spilled mustard on my pants. I was compelled to wear pants today, despite the 30 degree heat. I asked Ian to pass me a napkin, but as he did he said, "Guess we should have thought twice about the free food."

Maple Leaf Foods, the napkin said. Food taint scandals: the greatest time to bargain mass food orders.

The couple was now headed directly towards the concrete wall, the boat wedged horizontally in the vertical canal.

I'm hoping the boat isn't a metaphor for my future as a TA. Having students was never something I longed to have. They've happened by accident, and I don't know how to break it to them. You see, kids, nine months ago, the papa of my programme offered me several thousand dollars. That's how you came to be.

According to a fortune cookie today, which bore twin fortunes, the outlook is good. One said I should share my insight with others, and the other said I had charm and good sense. I think this is a case of positive thinking, but hey, I do what I have to.