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Out and about
Mar. 13th, 2010 02:13 pmToday the sign out the front of the butcher's shop was informing passers-by that, inside, a bargain could be had on 'chicken snizals'. At least there was no apostrophe.
Also, my travels took me down a street in the centre of town that I rarely need to travel, in which I found that we have a new café called The Arabian Kebab House. Guess what they sell!* Also new was a stylishly appointed shop front for a place called Anchor Point Retirement Village, 'resort style living in the heart of Warrnambool for over fifty-fives'. Looking at the map in their window, Anchor Point is actually (a) on the edge of town and (b) on the edge of town furthest away from the ocean. Good luck to them trying to anchor a boat there.
Then I went to the library, passing an increasing number of people in assorted national costumes heading towards the civic green, which was dotted with little tents. This turned out to be the Gnatannwarr** Cultural Festival.
Finally, I was looking at the vegetable garden, thinking how much I like all the different shades of green in it just now, when I found a second cantaloupe. Two! Two cantaloupes! What an exciting day.
* I don't know, because it wasn't open. But I imagine it's kebabs.
** It means 'welcome' or 'hello' in the local Gunditjmara and Kirrae Whurrong languages, she says, pretending she didn't just look it up.
Also, my travels took me down a street in the centre of town that I rarely need to travel, in which I found that we have a new café called The Arabian Kebab House. Guess what they sell!* Also new was a stylishly appointed shop front for a place called Anchor Point Retirement Village, 'resort style living in the heart of Warrnambool for over fifty-fives'. Looking at the map in their window, Anchor Point is actually (a) on the edge of town and (b) on the edge of town furthest away from the ocean. Good luck to them trying to anchor a boat there.
Then I went to the library, passing an increasing number of people in assorted national costumes heading towards the civic green, which was dotted with little tents. This turned out to be the Gnatannwarr** Cultural Festival.
Finally, I was looking at the vegetable garden, thinking how much I like all the different shades of green in it just now, when I found a second cantaloupe. Two! Two cantaloupes! What an exciting day.
* I don't know, because it wasn't open. But I imagine it's kebabs.
** It means 'welcome' or 'hello' in the local Gunditjmara and Kirrae Whurrong languages, she says, pretending she didn't just look it up.