A beacon
Online, I have been subject to frequent reminders: Today is Boxing Day. Supposedly the chance to find bargains, now that the rush for retail is over. OK. Not here. In this province, we do things differently. Boxing Day is a day later.
I thought about it, and realized that some well-intentioned politician had postponed the inevitable. By declaring a holiday, the clerks from the retail sector would be free to shop with the rest of us. Except… I’m sure you’ll figure this one out (long before those with the innate intelligence of the political class ever do.)
This evening, I stood in an open doorway. Using a long section of PVC conduit, I created a sonic beacon for the others in the family, who were off wandering in the area. Darkness arrives suddenly, and finding one’s way back to the house requires an intervention. PVC pipe can sound much like a trumpet, if you use your imagination.
And, I went to the local general store this afternoon. A milk run, if you will. I purchased our local version of “the lottery” as well: three tickets on a chance to draw a card from a diminishing deck, in the hopes of winning an increasing pile of cash. Now, I just need to get drawn to play (to win). Cross your fingers.
Also, an excuse to check my postbox; of course, there was nothing inside. Holiday, right? When that flood of mail is released from the postal system, we’re all going to recognize just how important it is to have a mail system that negotiates its labour contracts through holding my mail hostage.
