DX in the parking lot
Imagine that. Me in solo mode. With a scheduled gathering at the house, I made a quick run to the city, hoping to restock my “shorts” pile. I did it, despite the complete absence of anyone on the floor in the clothing dealer, and headed back home. Gathered the dogs, recycled the dish washer, headed back out.
To the most likely place to visit on the last night of the summer season. My first visit to the beach for the year in hand. The dogs and I had lots of room and we stayed put until dark. Restores the spirit.
With a few more hours to kill, I made a sweeping tour of the area before settling down for some broadcast DX in the glow of the lighthouse. Best signal: from Newfoundland. Most nostalgic: BINGO from the Maggies. Hadn’t heard that in years. Longest listen: CBC, of course. There’s always something worthwhile on public radio.
We finished up very close to home (the back yard) as our parking pad was full to overflow. Watched the moonrise, counted departures by the on/off cycle of my garage lamps. Stayed out of the way until after midnight, when I succumbed to withdrawal from eye drops.
The kids were off to party, something to do with oysters. I didn’t invite myself along.
In the news, notice that the court has hung an “out for review” sign on the dreams of the pipeliners. A lot of passive-aggressive responses from the oil fields. Amazing how they avoid any commitment to cleaning up their mess. Profits, above any other motive.
