Self-imposed emergencies
Sometime, early this morning, the door to the deck blew open. Just a little. The wind and the rain came in. Just a little. That towel that we place near the door, to wipe the dog’s feet came in really handy. He rarely gets into the mud, but the intemperate weather, on the other hand.
If nothing else, I had to clean up anyhow. Waiting for company, etc. The house got “neatened” (if that’s even a word), and the rest of the day has gone along swimmingly.
I listened to book reviews on the radio, reminding me that there’s still a lot of good literature out there. Going to have to get a reading corner set up.
My kids pointed out the video, first. A rocambolesque parade float that managed to offend more people than it pleased, if the news report is evidence. Do organizers think things through before providing fuel for the media fires? I guess not.
And in Ontario, the threat of a liquor store strike has the province in panic mode. How do you face the big holiday, dry? Umm, you could purchase in advance, I guess. Again, do people ever think beyond the moment? What do they do when there’s a snow storm announced. Stock up. How is this different? I’m not involved, but I do get a kick out of self-imposed emergencies. Guess I should check with the siblings, to make sure they’re “prepared for the worst”. Nothing to do with snow, of course. There’s always soda, and juice, and milk.
