A buffet of leftovers
Another lovely day; out in summer attire as we added fuel to the big beast. I’m going to have to realize that the tank is larger than on the car, and the cost will escalate in consequence. In layman terms, we now have the equivalent of a big pickup. Not leaving the driveway keeps the cost low. Might be the only way.
I’m also working my way through the leftovers in the fridge. Little bits of this and that makes a meal into something that resembles a tray at a buffet. After tomorrow we’ll be into different menus.
Of course, watching hurricanes and politicians is also a way to seek diversion. Nothing marvelous out of the Carolinas, unless I count one clip of an announcer, bent double against the forces of nature. Looked serious, until two lads strolled by in the background. No trophy for your acting efforts, Mr. Weatherman.
In the leadup to the fitting for orange jump suits, a certain Paul Manafort has decided that turning state’s evidence might save him from years of low comfort living. The collateral damage to some other big names will make for good reading in future books, however. Saying that you didn’t do something only works until your close friend decides to “spill the beans”.
They’re getting a new school, over across the bridge from Charlottetown. People get tired of spending hours each day on the bus, and eventually even the most tight-fisted government will wilt in the face of pressure. Schools aren’t cheap, but transport isn’t, either. Glad to see that sanity has prevailed at the budget table.
