In the absence of a stress test
Now that I know, I feel better about delaying our next road trip. My package (containing a long aluminum bar) has arrived in Moncton, which bodes well for delivery tomorrow afternoon. I really dislike it when purchases get lost in transit. I know, it hasn’t happened often, but I still dislike it. It puts the whole “shop at home” model into that zone of discomfort which could see me heading back to local retail (yeah, right!)
The promise is for heavy rain tomorrow; we could have gone shopping. I think the drywall guy plans to show up in the afternoon, so I was ambivalent.
One of the campaign promises (from a party that I cannot consider in my “maybe vote here” list), is to lengthen mortgage amortization periods and remove the “stress test” that sets us apart from our more rebellious neighbours. I have a son who would like to be a home owner, so I bounced the story off him. And, his take on it is very similar to mine: good for the banks, bad for the consumer.
This was another three-dog afternoon. I am fortunate that I keep lots of cheap dog biscuits around the place. They buy peace, even in the wake of crunchy pieces of biscuit shard, that trouble my feet. Happy dogs don’t bark at every passing vehicle.
And today, Greta Thunburg addressed the UN General Assembly. She may be the youngest person ever to do so, and her words were tough. I hope those assembled were actually listening, and not playing with their desk drawer paper clips
