Saturday morning started with the weekly demolition job on the Globe and Mail's Saturday cryptic crossword. This week we cruised through it in about half an hour: unlike last week (whose answer "ambushment" will forever reign in infamy) this week's had reasonable clues. After lunch I saved the world (ahem... finished playing NOLF2 on the computer..) Anne and I went down to the Exhibition Grounds to see the Royal Winter Fair. We saw horses and cows and a zee-ass (half-zebra, half-jackass) and a great chicken gulag and weird ducks with really long necks and some cute dogs and (strangest of all) lots of people dressed up in fancy clothes picking their way through the straw and dirt to the horse show. And llamas, and a couple of alpacas. It's a bit of a bizarre event, one that could only take place in Canada, with upper crusties and wanna-be upper crusties trying to look fancy despite basically being ignored by most of the crowd, who were casually dressed for serious farm activity and generally not inclined to defer to anyone, especially someone wearing a tuxedo or evening gown. We spent a few hours touring and visiting the inmate animals before scooting up to Craig and Susan's for a Calvin choir group birthday party, featuring a viewing of the Iron Chef.

Yesterday it poured rain, so Anne's leaves comprehensively failed to get raked. After church I grocery shopped (being at home now means I have to cook again) and went home to do fun & exciting domestic chores, like laundry. Anne came round and cooked us up a wonderful chicken and shallots dinner, and comprehensively demolished me at Scrabble (by like, 120 points).
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