Blue bag salvation
Living away from retail, and big box store, I find that we generate a lot of cardboard paper for the monthly recycle haul-out. Amazon, mainly. The alternative, where I rebox all my belongings and create puzzle mounds around the place is surreal. And so, once again, I’ve made the trip to the road edge with my blue bags. No snowstorm on the horizon, so they all should leave with a truck, just after dawn. Oh, I sincerely hope so. The pile also contains a hodge-podge of jars and milk jugs, but as I have no intention of constructing a raft for an eventual getaway, they also will feed the recycle beast.
And that sums up my day. We also had curling to watch, and I did have the house for a round of quiet time while the others went to the ski trails. Trails, not hills. An important distinction. This is the “land without mountains”, so anything we know about the wonders of downhill come from segments in the movies and during periodic sport broadcasts.
In Ottawa, the announcement that the “man behind the curtain” of our current federal government has resigned, with no indication of why, has the rumour mill running out of control. I can wait for the eventual spin; this is an election year, so one will be provided at no charge by all parties involved. Trying to discover the real story amidst the attempts at redirection will give me hours of entertainment. I have finally reached the age where I now have no faith in the political class; they’re all outbound from a gene pool spawned in the seven levels of Hades.
