With the weather warming a little and sunny, Smallsteps and I headed into the city after lunch to wander around and see what we can see - and try raw tuna. Unexpectedly, they had released the dam in the city between the two lakes. As there is a height difference of about 18 metres, both ends have had hydro plants for over 100 years, powering a lot of the local industry in the past and still today.
They closed the dams a few weeks ago so they could build a temporary bridge, and now they are releasing the water. I should probably read up on what they are up to, but I just assume it is to flush the dead bodies out. That is not the real reason of course - because it would be a terribly open area to dump dead bodies, and there are many, many more far more secluded areas to do so.
There was a lot of water rushing out the gates and it was flowing fast, begging Smallsteps to question what would happen if someone fell in. That answer is easy, because they wouldn't flow to the other lake, because they would be caught in the turbines at the other end instead. In that way, it might be an okay place to dump a body.
As black as my humour might be, I just liked listening to the raging waters and watching the white caps as they churned. The only time the lakes here get white caps on them is when the weather is atrocious and it takes away anything nice about it. So, since I like the waves and the movement, it was a bit of a mental retreat for me.
While I love the still lakes in the summer with the evening light reflecting off them, there is something more calming about moving water for me. I used to sit for many hours on the shore of the beach at night, just listening to the waves and watching them break in the moonlight. Churning dam waters are not quite the same thing, but while watching and listening to the water rush over, I got a familiar sense and reminder of those times.
And then we went to the playground.
It is funny how Smallsteps is trying to hold onto some of the more childish things and she has them in her head as something special, but once actually doing it, she realises that she is too grown for it now. She still did things, but then I could see that she was getting bored, since the park is made for kids up to about seven or eight years of age, and now nothing challenges her. And then, even though she is small for her age, she looked around and realised that there was no one else around her age there. I am not sure if she will suggest going back there again, but I think it is a good lesson for us all to realise that everything has its time, and everything has its end.
And the tuna.
Smallsteps doesn't like canned tuna at all, even though I quite like it in a past sauce or in other ways. However, because we have had a discussion about the difference between canned and fresh tuna, she wanted to try it. The only problem is, most sushi places don't actually have it and only use salmon. However, there was one poke bowl place that has it, so I ordered the tuna, she the salmon, just in case she didn't like it.
The verdict?
Pretty good, but salmon is better.
Granted, the salmon here is pretty good too, but I like tuna a lot, if it is fresh enough - which is the main reason most sushi places don't use it, as it has to come in from somewhere else, and it is expensive. There is only one place in the city I know of where it is possible to actually buy some fresh tuna for home.
Smallsteps goes back to school next week, so our little excursions will end, but considering we haven't done anything that special this vacation other than a few nights at a friend's cottage, these interludes have been a welcome break. Once she is back at school, I will just dig into the basement work further, instead of doing it piecemeal. I would like to get it done before it gets too cool and wet, otherwise it will take many weeks for the floor paint to dry in the garage.
There are always bridges to cross.
Unless we keep burning them.
Taraz
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