I joust you not
As we came through St. Peter’s this morning, their storm results were obvious. Consider geology, when the land tilts a little and you can see that the cliff must have been higher before. Exactly what the snow cutting showed, coming across the bridge. Other drifts in various yards proved that wind and snow do make a perfect marriage. Of course we were coming through after the fact, and the roads were clear all the way to the city.
My medical appointment was without incident; pressure down substantially, a proposed reduction in medication and an invitation to return next week, just to make sure. In the absence of a storm, why not? It gives us a chance to shop and dine out. And in one case, the owner stops by to see us!
In fact, with the number of people we knew in “our restaurant”, either we’ve discovered the secret culinary weakness of our neighbours, or proof of a shortage of restauration in the city. I’m going with the first option.
I remembered to buy more CO2, although keeping an eye on receipts is a good idea. The clerk was unfamiliar with the marketing model, so she simply “charged” me twice, after seeing my empty. Everything gets straightened out, in time, but the people behind us in the queue were not impressed with the multi-register dance steps.
At some point during the morning feeding session, a squirrel stole a feeder cover, now known as “the shield”. Perhaps he has carried this fantasy of Sir Longtail to an obvious conclusion, but we had to purchase a replacement dispenser while in the city. The lid might reappear, once the tunnels melt, or the jousting season ends.
