There is work. There is the rest of life that sometimes gets called life. And then there is vacation. I am on a 18 day stretch of no work with the hope that life gets a little put back into order. Don't get me wrong. I like my job. And life is good if rather real from time to time. But it is always better on holiday. Today's only task is a picnic to be taken to a kid's softball game. I woke up at 9:45 am, too. Last night, a friend popped over last night and shared a bottle dropped off by another friend and the beer was named for friendship.

But, still, I really should have a project. I will probably build another cedar raised bed out front. And I am hoping to have a planning meeting for this. But then you come across tidbits like that label above after a heads up of the highest order. I am presuming it is a neck label. It was scanned onto Flickr by kind librarians at the University of Toronto. It appears from the logo to relate to a Sleeman's brand from around 100 years ago. And, more particularly, it relates to me as I live in what is known as the Henderson suburb of Kingston. J.S. seems to have been a merchant with a store on Brock Street. Likely, according to this directory, the mustard coloured one that is still there. The business is still there, too. He's maybe the father or grandfather of the judge whose name got attached to my neighbourhood.

But what about the words. I like that use of "expressly". As if it could be bottled implicitly or inadvertently. Maybe I could spend some time on Victorian adverb use used on colonial beer labels... or maybe just neck labels. That would be a good use of my time. Right?