June flurries
Not a witness, but some of the neighbours reported snow flurries this afternoon. Let the record show; season come with blurred edges. I mean, I was suspicious, when the dog and I did our deck check sometime before dawn. It was nippy. The moisture seemed to have texture.
Admired some new photos from my last address, where the overpass we underpassed on a regular basis fell down. Unexpectedly. Sure it was closed to traffic, and an oversize mechanical shovel had pushed instead of pulled, but it makes you think. There, but for a random act of moving far away, might be I.
Of course, no danger of such things locally. In this neck of the woods, we don’t do superhighways. Instead of an overpass, we’d be likely to circle the drain in a roundabout. Hardly as newsworthy. I wonder what the record is, for going around and around.
Now that June has started, I’m aware that schools will close for vacation. Our kitchen calendar will revert to referencing the days, rather than the classrooms with substitutes. The other plus (as we move ever closer to the end of lobster season is that, statistically, a whale shouldn’t throw alarm into the major employment locally. I watch the bulletins from DFO, knowing that the random act of an oversize mammal could lead to dystopia. Why didn’t we learn about things like that, when Captain Ahab was looking for Moby?
I hear there’s another food place in town. Serves bowls based on Polynesian cuisine? Must go and find out what that means for my tummy.
