aborted jazz
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.07.21
Today we attempted to take in some jazz at the Beaches Jazz Festival, but Kenny had other plans.
He just failed to cooperate when we got there, attempting first to demand that we only stay for one song, then letting his behavior get worse and worse until we had no choice but to leave. Which wasn't the end of the world in this case because the music wasn't exactly enthralling.
Kenny and I wound up building an enormous pile of sand at a nearby playground. And so went our afternoon. On the bright side, I was able to install a rack on Mari's bike as the last of the sunlight left. It looks like I'll have to repair the tubes again, but it'll be serviceable for running errands by next weekend.