Shiny cloud liner
The updates were so appealing: eBay, trying to convince me that I needed to up my bid, because I had fallen behind. I get it. eBay is an auction site, dressed as a bazaar. If I had been willing, I could have purchased another microphone, that I didn’t really need. After all, real radio uses a Morse key. And so I withstood the urge, and saved my wallet along the way. Good on me.
I don’t usually chase stuff online. Most of my purchases are for things that can no longer be sourced locally. Literally, nuts and bolts. My last big ticket buy would have been about a decade ago, back when the bidding was a blood sport. Check my garage: those cartons contain riches, I tell you.
Anyhow, we’re now back in the bail period of the year, and I’m hauling water a couple of times a day. Not far. From the sump hole to the nearest drain. Great exercise, I guess. And I’m proud that the whine of a pump is enough to wake me, two floors away. Shows that my deafness hasn’t advanced.
Another case of COVID-19 announced in the city, bringing the province up to three. Nothing compared to the rest of the world, but a grim reminded that things will get worse before they get better. Churches are now online, and the mall crawl is just a memory. Schools might not reopen this year. Hey, that cuts down on the number of idiots passing stopped school buses, so there’s a plus. Silver lining to the cloud, if you will.
