The New Sense

Monday, June 10, 2002

Oh, what a great day we had yesterday. It felt like I have a real boyfriend, not some guy who won't tell me his real name and who stays in the apartment for days at a time!
St-Sauveur was great, and maybe a little quieter than usual at this time of year because of the Grand Prix. It's a lot bigger that the last time I was up here. I was trying to remember — was it when mom and dad spent Christmas with their 'friends' in Ste-Agathe in, what, '89? '90? I mentioned it to B— and he asked me about dad. It almost felt good to be on the receiving end of a big question for a change. He couldn't believe that dad lives on the Plateau but that I hardly ever see him. I told him about the NFB stuff in the 60's and he said that dad sounded really cool. I tried to explain that he's only cool in his own mind, but to no avail. B— is suddenly really keen on meeting him.
Anyway, no matter that there are a whole load of factory outlets when you get to the town, the old part is still pretty much what I remember. B— loved it, especially this store with a lot of imported wooden carved artefacts and furniture from exotic countries. In a way it was a bit out of place in St-Sauveur, but in a way it fitted in somehow with the woodiness of the Laurentians. B— kept on picking up objects that were 'just the right size'. There was some pretty amazing stuff. Beautiful side tables, carved animals and masks. I wish I had the money to buy a whole load of it and a place big enough to put it all.
We had coffee at the café near the church and sat out on the terrasse, people-watching. B— is a good partner in crime as far as people-watching is concerned. Always an acute observation or a funny comment: "There's Santa on his summer vacation," "Is that a bird on her head?" "Oooh, look — the woodland fan-tailed mullet," "He's a Jet, he's a Jet!"
We held hands, we laughed, we kissed, we sat quietly. It was such a shame we had to come back to town. I thought about calling someone to fill in for me, but it wouldn't have been fair, with all the Monday deliveries.
As it turned out, I could have stuck one of those African masks on a pole behind the bar and Olga would have made more money than she did by paying me for ten hours of almost nothing.

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