All times are for relaxing.

Friends! Who would have thought that time off would be so busy!?!? I have not got a single one of the useful, productive things done that I meant to get done, and Joel and I are skipping town tonight which means that nothing will get done this weekend.

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Because there are things to do, and those things are called Canada Day, and Canada Day in our province's capital is full of entertainments. Like unexpected peacocks.

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Or unexpected lizards.

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Or unexpected fountains.

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Or thieving crows. This happy bastard was rooting through that lady's purse before she came to shooo him.

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Also there are brass statues.

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Brass, husband-stealing, home-wrecking statues.

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Mile Zero is ever-present.
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As is this incredibly de-motivating sign.

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And dice. Giant dice will never lose their appeal.

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And then we lay on the grass and waited for the fireworks to start and hated on the teenagers and cheered when the cops came by to move them along and groused like old people when they came right back. Bonne fete, nation.

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