Doing the do

Another week has sped past, and we are zipping through the neighborhood to get to the salon. We used to walk all the way over there and back, some years ago, but the range of nonegenarian walking is dwindling. It's all relative, as she still gets a workout. Somehow the experience of the shampooing and styling relaxes her to the point of goofiness, so I have to kind of shake her out of it on the way back to the car. Lots of coaching; better than a lot of the college ones these days.
There was a pound container of dried organic cannolini beans which needed to be prepared; they swelled into a very large batch. If we ever have an emergency, we're ready with the cannolini beans. Bacon on top perked them up nicely.
Taking a break from Rikki Ducornet's bizarre fiction; picked up the latest William Gibson near-future paranoic novel, which is kind of creeping me out, in a very odd way. He's so into technology, and the big one in this work concerns GPS. I am always a bit on the edge of not knowing what the bloody hell he's talking about, and yet kind of knowing. Stuff of uncomfortable dreams.