The fog rolls slowly.
Why am I writing haikus?
Forget this, I'll blog.
Everything was foggy when I woke up today, it was like being in a dream. Which dream I don't know, I can never remember them. Sparrow Falls has foggy weather pretty often, which is when the clouds forget where their home is. All the hills were barely visible in the distance. I could make out the reserve down the hill, parts of it at least, but everything faded into white very fast. It's all beautiful, in a mysterious sort of way.
Today I decided to check out the bread I have been talking about at the Ayckerie Bakery, so Mary and I went on a drive. It's a weird feeling driving in foggy weather, don't know if you have ever been in it, but the headlights fwoosh out from the car, and you can see where they go, even in the day. The feeling of suspense and mystery was nothing that Ms. Sage, inspector extroardinaire, couldn't handle, though. I drove down to the bakery and that song came into my head, don't even know where from, I think maybe it was a nursery rhyme I learned when I grew up? One a penny two a penny hot cross buns. I could never account for the sudden fiscal deflation in the rhyme, though. So I started singing it, and Mary asked what it was, I said it was a nursery rhyme they sung to kids in nurseries. One a penny two a penny... Easter is still a month or so away, but they're bound to be out. I mean, there's no point waiting for October to start selling baubles, after all.
I drove down to the bakery, the store was very nice, smelled amazing, the orange kind of tile you usually see in bakeries on the walls. Also lots of bread. I asked the lady where she bought her flour from, she said it was from a family estate in the west of the Falls, nothing imported or factory produced. I'm not exactly a bread connoiseur, or any other kind of conoisseur except for microwaves, but this bread did seem especially amazing. So I stared for a while at the impressive varieties of bread. There were croissants, loaves that were shaped like bread, loaves that were not shaped like bread, and doughnuts. In the loaves that are not shaped like bread category I include whacking bread, the long type celebrities buy to fend off the paparazzi, frisbee bread, the flat type environmentally-conscious athletes buy to compete in discus, and bagels, a bread that was invented for ring-toss at a time when plastic was not available. I chose a couple bread shaped breads, and one whacking bread (in case of referees) and handed the lady the money. She was very nice up unto that point, but just stared at me weirdly and coughed.
It is unfortunate that in these days of work health and safety we still get so many overworked and undercared for employees. For example, the proprietess of Ayckerie Bakery, who coughed several times and was unable to put her money into the cash register. She didn't even open it. You see, airborne flour particles account for over 90% of respiratory-related conditions in the cereal industry, and stricter measures have yet to be implemented to safeguard employees. Unfortunate, but there you go.
My reflections on the nature of the cereal industry's poor concern for incident prevention stopped because my phone rang. It was Susan of Clan Routine Poutine. "Oh hi Susan," I said, "how are you?" She said she was well. She also said someone had put ten dollars in the monopoly box, and did my notes have a mustachioed man on them.