A perceived increase in value
In the news, we learn that Mad Magazine may stop publication after sixty-seven years. Ironic, really; think of all the natural content they won’t have a chance to lampoon. In fact, I’m busy checking to see if I have any access to Fox News… I want to see just how things are going in Washington. You know, what with the parade, and the fireworks and the tanks and the rain. The special ingredient, as we call it.
We came home before the Glorious Fourth. On purpose. Knowing when to leave the party is half the game. Imagine, some quiet Canadians, forgetting to salute the flag or whatever. And if things turn to vinegar in their capital, I want to know about it second hand. Fake news or otherwise.
Here, we have hot weather inbound. Still no air-conditioning, but the company should get it done before next year. Right? Meanwhile, I have a hose out by the front door, and I can always go for the wet tee-shirt solution.
My only off-property moment, today, was my mandatory mail run. An excuse to drive by the garage and see if the RV looked ready to come home. I don’t know, for sure. Tomorrow. As for mail, there were a couple of envelopes, but nothing of interest.
Instead, I decided to go mining for gold in my garage; came up with the carton containing about half of my “key” collection. I’ve started doing an inventory. You know, I like the way the pile is shaping up. Some real classics. Since “they” don’t make them any more, the (perceived) value will only increase.
