River, Tide, boats.

Today was a standard Saturday. In the morning, we tidied up at home and then went up river to do some household shopping. When we were finally done two hours later, I lugged the grocery and household items upstairs to our fourth floor apartment while Hooman went to park the car. In all, I made three trips because the stuff was too heavy to carry upstairs in one shot. It was good exercise.

It was a fruitful foray. Hooman and I found a rare version of Tide, Tide Free, which is our choice laundry detergent because it's unscented. We now possess three containers of Tide detergent: the Tide Free that we just bought, a giant container of Tide Free that's close to running out, and a smaller container of Tide Original Scent that I bought last week out of desperation, to tide us over in case we ran completely out of Tide. At first, I had no room in the hallway cupboard in which to store the numerous containers of Tide detergent, which had to compete with the paper towels, swiffer cloths, trash bags, light bulbs and other assorted goods for space. But after ten minutes spent re-organizing the contents of the cupboard, everything was able to fit together rather nicely.

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Later in the day, we took Scott to see Tropic Thunder at Edgewater Cinemas, which the two of us had already seen with Misty in Montreal, but was funny enough to see again.

Afterwards, we would've had pizza at Vincent's up the cliff, were it not for the fact that it's closed for summer vacation. So, we found ourselves yet again at Whole Foods, where five hours earlier, we were gathering potatoes, onions and shampoo. We had dinner at the cafeteria. If you think having an evening meal at a grocery store cafeteria is a bit weird, you're right. It is weird. But Whole Foods has completely brainwashed us, so we really thought nothing of it.

After dinner, we took a walk along the water and watched a man doing tricks on his WaveRunner, which is a kind of jet ski made by Yamaha. He did figure eights and crazy turns for an approving crowd of about ten people, gathered along the river's edge. Then we got into the car and began driving homeward along the river, stopping for some espresso at Starbucks along the way. Coffee cups in hand, we took another walk along the water, at which point Hooman spots a large boat in the distance. It was a cutter with a jib and a huge, rectangular mainsail, sailing upriver in our direction. We hung around until it was level with us, which took less than fifteen minutes with the grace of a good wind. Probably worth several hundred thousand dollars, it was a majestic sight -- a culmination of human ingenuity silently gliding into the evening.