The right mix
Another Saturday night at the Rec Centre. With the right mix of people, and a lifetime of listening to odd facts, we managed to continue our (undefeated) run at Trivia. Won a bag of sour candies for my efforts, and the mandatory toonie. Guess that qualifies as breaking even. The dog, left to his own devices in the car, managed to lay down a layer of drool… just about everywhere. Might have to learn some detailing skills, as my training efforts have proven minimalist.
Let me point out that the stretch of hot and dry weather continues, which means that the only outings require darkness. Moonlight isn’t a factor. Being cool is.
The latest crisis (from my viewpoint) is that bacon continues to be in short supply. Prices have spiked, and the idea of sitting down with a pound of crispy strips is not only unhealthy but expensive. What is this world coming to? Meanwhile, pork chops are still reasonable at the local market, so there’s no need to panic. I can make a pork chop go “crispy”.
Proof that industrial safety is fleeting: the new Donkin mine has been cited for carelessness. The power went out and their standby gennie wasn’t, so the ventilation fans stopped. For almost twenty-four hours. Given the rule that says “get people out of the hole after fifteen minutes” (and they didn’t), the government is now promising oversight. The name Westray is remembered, and commercial greed (particularly for fossil fuels) doesn’t cut it any more. I’m glad I never had to go “down below” to earn my daily bread.
