The long box came
My long box came. I now have a piece of aluminum stock, well over a meter in length. My intention, perhaps as early as tomorrow, is to cut it into two sections, drill the appropriate holes, bend each one into a circle and then dedicate the two fancy hoops into antennas. I am not a skilled metalsmith, so this should be interesting.
Today, the rains also came. Someone on social media asked if the animals were lining up in mixed gender pairs, which shows that even old folklore can be adapted to present situations. We have no standing water, but I don’t grow potatoes. Waiting to hear how the neighbours made out.
Those rains were much heavier in the big city, it seems. Despite years of corrective roadwork, certain city streets were awash, leaving the question “But all that money?” What I want to know is if this is a century-old problem, or did “we” do something untoward in the last generation, leading to new flood zones. Not promising, if you consider the premise that climate change will lead to more precipitation. What are the basements in the central part of the city like, this evening?
The gears of the impeachment clock have finally aligned, and as of today the intent to open a formal inquiry has been stated. I look forward to the months and months of political granularity. I also hope to celebrate the chiming of the clock announcing a change in governance. Will it require Revolution 2.0 to get there? I hope not, fervently.
