About that high pitched whine
This was a good day for the main car. For our finances, not so much, but being in a zone without any public transit, certain costs are implicit. Anyhow, as of this morning, the car is inspected, licenses (OK renewed), has better brakes and shiny new spark plugs. In a world of fuel injection, I’d almost forgotten about those little instances of fire, furiously doing their thing, four times per engine cycle. And in a world of “small motor means higher RPMs”, that’s a lot.
As well, the main driver’s permit is updated with a suitably dodgy digital photo to follow. My turn? Maybe later this week.
He dog should also be brought to see a mechanic: he has developed a high whine, whenever he believes we have forgotten to share the dog biscuit box with him. Oddly, he can forget about it for hours at a go, usually during deep periods of REM sleep. However, the evening seems to bring out his primitive side.
What do you do when you love your job, but your financial backers believe you are “past your prime”? Please, let Michaelle Jean know. After her gig as the GG ran its course, she managed to get a good seat at the table of the “Table de la Francophonie”. Turns out, the monies to pay for salary and lifestyle are on an even keel with GG, but the importance to the citizens of Canada seems less relevant. She is willing to go for another term; the folks in Ottawa aren’t behind her. In fact, they’re quickly walking in the opposite direction.
