But those are my biscuits!
Our little fox was back in the yard, this afternoon. The dog is bewildered. Not only is there another canine within sight, but the visitor has been finding random kibble biscuits; in a place that our dog knows very well there should not be food, just there. The trembling and moaning from our hairy one deserves mention.
We were out to the shops this afternoon. A renewal of eye drops, a chance to get lots of bird seeds, a short grocery buy. I’ve been warned to tone down my desire to keep the pantry full. Not even a question of budget overage. Apparently canned goods don’t keep, indefinitely, so I am now tasked with an effort to diminish the stocks at hand. I’ll try, but isn’t the goal to fill in the blank spaces on the shelves?
In the UK, the vote on a Brexit survival strategy was defeated, leaving the country heading toward a wall of sorts. Apparently there are enough ingredients available to prepare another two weeks worth of Mars Bars, and then… I don’t want to imagine…
Last year, the federal government bought a pipeline. Left many (of us) baffled. After all, we hadn’t tasked the government with buying a heritage oleoduct. Today, an offer to purchase the thing (already decrepit), from us. The 134 First Nations in the area believe there’s money to be made, moving nasty oil through the mountains. And customers, among the oil barons. If a leak happens to pollute their ancestral lands, or their water table, better that it be done by locals, rather than the Ottawa contingent. I’m intrigued.
