An assurance of money to come
I have to give credit to the federal government. For all their maladroit efforts to care for me, they manage to keep track of my address and birthday. I had read, somewhere, that once I reached a certain age, there would be “free money”. Yes, I know; my money, kept in trust until I was old enough to spend it with wisdom. Still, free…
Turns out that I don’t have to fill out any additional forms. They know all about me, and someone on the other end of their 800 service reassured me. Following my next birthday, they’ll issue additional funds. I am not to get too enthusiastic, as they intend to take OTHER funds away. If all goes well, my bank account won’t even hiccup. Have to wait and see, I guess, because there’s no way to forecast the largesse.
And with that, on with my life. Right now, the most entertaining distraction, after the dog, is a national curling tournament. The week is at a mid-point, and those teams without the wins will be going home (I guess) allowing the overall scoreboard listing to shrink. My favourites are still in the running, albeit not as #1. They don’t need to be, as the fields goes into playoff mode. All they have to do is win.
I’m left with this mental image; curlers lifting the rocks and taking a mighty backswing, like some Monday night bowler. Is that even real? A lot of weight to heft, for little advantage. In fact, dropped at the right height, a rock could wreck the hack. More research necessary, along with a shout out to someone who actually knows the game.
