Today, it was my turn to “take one for the team”. Second time in several weeks, actually. My afternoon, in glorious weather, was spent trying to control a small parking lot during a community function.
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Much darker out than I realized. We’ve been around a campfire for hours and hours. In front of us, the hypnotic flames. Behind us; well, I wasn’t looking in that direction.
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Way back when, if I wanted photographs, I took them. And I processed them, and I printed them. A perfect blend of technologies that were linked. I understood the process, and so I processed. A lot.
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Everything in its own context: I was asked, concerning the jazz singer Emily-Claire Barlow, “but who is she?” Easy answer: her grandfather was the Friendly Giant. In Canada, that’s all the identification you need, when talking to people from my generation.
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This evening, I’m trying to work through the distraction. Or kill it. Both, actually. While I was preparing supper, several mosquitoes decided to come inside and then prepare the hunting ground. I’m the prey, apparently. I’m willing to offer up a little blood to their cause, but only if the drill and spill is quick and painless. So far, they’re failing.
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A forecast, maybe a promise, even a hint of rain can change the direction of a day. For us, knowing that the car would be classed as temperate by the vigilantes who believe every dog is in danger, this was a good day to get to the city and take care of things. Little things, like getting new wipers for the car. Larger things, like major phone upgrades. All on the list.
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I’ll admit it: I enjoy local humour. I’m old enough that the occasional “not found in a school dictionary” word doesn’t offend me the way it might have when I was still in school. When the Kickstarter project for “Pogey Beach” was announced, I had a grain of scepticism, Here, with less than two days to go in their campaign, I’ve thrown my couple of bills in the bin, and the goal has been achieved. There will be a movie (some day).
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Ignore the worm; get up early enough, you can get the squirrel. Or two. I made double the usual number of “transports” this morning, before coffee.
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The sun is setting, and the wind has died. I’m here, filled with anticipation. Will we get some thunder and lightning, or not? The western and central sections of the Island have had theirs…
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A change in routine around the house, today. The other half went to work, sort of… I didn’t even know that you could do supply teaching in a daycare in the middle of the summer, but that’s how it goes. I had nothing more challenging to take care than watering the garden and preparing a lonely steak on the BBQ. Cooked well, with the dog in his ” your best friend forever” role. I didn’t spoil him, but I didn’t disappoint him either.
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