Boating & Evicting

Today we hopped on one of the long boats (So called because it’s… well, long, and has a tiny propellor attached to an impressively long rod that stretches way out beyond the aft side of the boat) to check out the near by cove of Railey. While we were there we ran into a charmingly stereotypical British girl by the name of Sally and ended up having coffee with her and just yakking about this, that and the other thing, pretty much in that order.

We also got some bad news in that once again, we are kicked out of our apartment, and for exactly the same reason as the last time, it seems; the owner has sold the place.

This is making some excellent in-roads in our mutual attitudes towards owning property versus renting it. The arbitrary nature of us just getting kicked out this particular time seems like a rather sadistic whim, since this means we rented this apartment so that we could divest ourselves of furniture for an imminent move to Canada that will take place as soon as The Wife’s Permanent Residency application has been approved. Now, with only a few months to go, likely, we find ourselves having to spend MORE money to move, and possibly buy furniture anyway, just so we have something to sleep on for the next few months.

Oh well, it’s been a while since something bad happened, so I guess this is just the mandatory complication that needs to run riot once in a while.