Heavy weather
There’s a meal we haven’t had in a long time: pulled pork sandwiches. Much better than I remembered.
I’ve been waiting on a book order for about a month, now. When packages disappear into the maw of the international post system, does anyone really care, other than the eventual recipient. I thought that “on the slow boat” was from the past.
The Weather Channel has a new story to savour. Hurricane Michael 2018 is now ashore, with some of the highest winds recorded in my lifetime. This one came up quickly, out of the Gulf of Mexico. No train ride through the Caribbean. In a matter of days, growth from “noted” to “nasty”. I’m curious how the climate change deniers are going to cover this one.
Locally, nothing is going on. I did spend some time outside, and autumn is upon us. Lots of colourful photo moments, for those who have anything other than black spruce along the tree line. Yes, I should be out there, clicking and recording, but I don’t have the energy to take my cough for a woodland walk. Might scare any birds in the area.
One odd story out of the heartland (of this province). When the Cornwall Bypass went through, a victim of expropriation was an equestrian center. The owner was compensated, but when it came time to purchase another property in the hope of continuing business, the planning board refused permits. Who did the owner insult? Why do governments go off the rails in reactions, knowing full well that others will care, and comment?
