Here I was, watching the Tour de France on TV. What I was watching were a bunch of bums on bikes from behind. Who effing cares?! I had gone to a local restaurant to meet a friend for dinner, because B is away visiting his kids and grandkids in the Gatineau Hills, and that was what was on the big TV.
Why didn't I go? I went last year, but sadly my stepdaughter has morphed into her biological mother and my son-in-law doesn't like me. As Carol Matthau said about her own kids, "I don't like people who don't like me."
Me neither.
So, I am on my own and not inclined to cook. Enjoying meeting pool friends for a bite. An observer of humanity, I was fascinated by a middle-aged woman two seats down who was tattooed to death. What was she doing by herself in a bar? Several men were also at the bar and paid her no attention. It was sad.
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