Last Night

Shelley and I had a great drifty night last night. We'd spent the week tossing around ideas of stuff to do. Dinner, of course, to start, then maybe a bike and a drink, or an art opening and a drink, maybe could we do some cat visiting too. And hey, let's bike by a couple of houses for sale, just to keep an eye out.

With none of it having to be done at any kind of specific time I drifted over around 6, we barbecued and ate salad, shot the shit, looked at the clock and headed out.

"Should we bike?" Shelley asked. With the rain ever threatening, I've been driving more than normal to places.

"Let's chance it," I said.

And we did, meandering along Ottawa's leafy side streets, wrapped in sweaters and hoodies in the autumnal July night. We looked at gardens and managed a path through construction, looked at art and talked to friends in the human humid ArtGuise space.

We sat on the front porch on Flora Street and made the world right over beer and a velvety cat, eavesdropping on the bike couriers next door, listening to the fat rain drops plop on the broad maple leaves above us.

Waited for the rain to stop and the mosquitos to get too bad, rolled home in the dark.