If they were aurally acceptable
Hurrah! I got (my) shot, which should mean that the winter will be better. No need to lock myself in the basement, trying to avoid the unhealthy members of the herd. Didn’t get yours, yet? One can only ask why. The teeny-tiny needle didn’t hurt.
And with that nod to society, I came home with a full sack of seeds. After all, there’s a big blow ‘a comin’, and the feathered ones will be hungry afterwards. I do wonder… when I was in grade school, we used to purchase little sacks at the local candy store, and spit shells for the next while. Are these the same kind of seeds (albeit without a tasty layer of salt)? Must investigate.
I decided to see if any of my iApps that emulate synthesizers were aurally acceptable. Yes, actually, if I plug the iPad into the piano auxiliary port, and if I pretend that my middle name is “vangelis”. The lower case on the name is important. Admittedly, my tests were of a cursory nature, but now that the necessary wires are in place, I can drop downstairs and play, any time at all. Cool!
Took the time to read through a document which explains how the PID system for provincial land ownership came to be. History with purpose. I remember when the system was put in place; the rationale is now part of my knowledge set. If I could only have the maps and associated information available, here, so that I could drive around saying silently that “John Doe lives there”.
