Don’t stand so close to me (in the market)
Please pause things for a moment: I want to mention, specifically, my federal parliament and their new adult actions. It looked dicey for a day or two (Scheer luck), but the infighting and name calling was set aside long enough to pass some decent legislation.
Going forward, those who need the cash are going to get some, from the feds. I used to refer to my entitlements, back in the day, as a gift from Uncle Pierre. This time around, I’ll teach my kids to be thankful for Uncle Justin. Specifically, the government intends to send cheques to anyone who a) was working and b) now isn’t, due to the pandemic. Simple solution to what could have been an enormous problem. The numbers aren’t still clear (I perhaps need to read a bit more), but this should keep a whole swath of the population away from hunger and homelessness.
I’d like to be able to say our fever dream has ended, but that’s for another day. For the moment, provincial health officials are doing their best to keep infection rates under control.
What does that mean, here at home? Well, I no longer carry groceries from the car to the house. The packages have to be sanitized, first. At our local supermarket, there is a checkpoint; if you pass the investigation, you can continue on to buy food. There are social distancing markers in place, and we now live in a cleaner world. Oddly, bread yeast is in very short supply, as people remember just how good and wholesome a fresh loaf can be.
