Hooray for pit zippers, I guess.

This morning Priscilla did meet up with her good buddy in Toronto. A momentous occasion if you think about it-- the first time in a month that she encountered someone she'd met more than 24 hours before. With as social as Priscilla is, it says a lot for her mental stability that she didn't crack up in all that time. So anyway, fun was had by all, I'm sure, and then it was time for Priscilla to hit the road once more. First, though, her good buddy offered to loan her a truly rain-proof jacket with pit zippers. He'd suggested she borrow the very same jacket before she left, but "No!" she said, "I'll be fine! Keep your jacket! I really don't need it all." This time, however, she gratefully accepted the loan and joined him in enthusiastically praising the pit zippers (which is surprisingly not the name of any band as far as I know-- but it clearly ought to be. I can see it now "Friday night at some great venue, wrapping up their world tour, it's Merv Jacket and the Pit Zippers!").



The rest of the day was spent riding across more of Ontario, often in the rain, past Watersdown and Clappison's Corners and more. She eventually stopped somewhere ("Where are you?" I asked. "Um, I'm not really sure," she replied) and was welcomed by John and Millie. They plied her with roast beef sandwiches and meat juice for dipping, and offered her a place in their horse barn. Which is considerably more snug than you're probably imagining. She's actually staying in the viewing room in the upstairs of the barn, sleeping on a couch while her shoes dry on the heater nearby. There's a proper bathroom out there as well, and even country music playing to relax the horses (seriously, what other genre would horses listen to?). And all the while she's listening to the driving rain outside, which is absolutely cozy when you're not out in it.




Bon. Ce matin Priscilla a trouve son ami a Toronto, et ils ont passe la matinee a s'amuser et discuter. C'etait un peu bizarre pour Priscilla de voir un ami apres plus d'un mois entoure que par des etrangers (meme si quelques uns ne le sont plus). C'est impressionant qu'elle n'est pas devenue folle, sociable qu'elle est-- la route toute seule, le soir parmi des gens tres gentils, mais qu'elle vient toujours de rencontrer pour la premier fois. Mais bon. Les retrouvailles etaient sympa, et avant que Priscilla est partie, James l'a offert la pret d'un gilet impermeable. C'est marrant-- il l'a lui offert avant la voyage, mais Priscilla disait "mais non, je n'ai absolument pas besoin de ca... non merci!" Aujourd'hui, par contre, elle l'a accepte avec reconnaissance, et a loue avec James les fermetures eclairs sous les aisselles.


Pendant la reste de la journee elle a continue son traversee d'Ontario, souvent sous la pluie, et a depasse Watersdown, Clappison's Corners, et bien d'autres villes. Elle a arrete enfin quelque part (elle ne rappelle plus ou, mais c'est une autre ville chaque soir-- ca se comprend qu'elle oublie les noms), et a ete accueillit par John et Millie. Ils l'ont offert des sandwiches de boeuf roti, avec le jus aussi, et l'ont permi de dormir dans la grange. Mais pas n'importe quelle grange! Celui ci a un etage avec une salle qui a une canape (ou elle dort actuellement) et du chauffage (ou elle fait secher ses chaussures) et une salle de bain... meme de la musique country pour les chevaux (c'est evident que les chevaux aimeraient le country). Et elle passe la nuit sous le bruit le plus cozy possible, celle de la pluie quand on est chaud et sec.