Remember how good summer vacation used to feel?
I had started to take my access to foreign markets as a given. Until today. I had emailed a small (very small) company in California, to check on the shipping costs for a small antenna. The owner responded within minutes that he couldn’t sell to me, without procuring an export permit. I was tempted to see if he would try the subterfuge of simply sending me what I wanted, as a gift; in return, I would send him a specific amount of money, as a gift. Somehow, I sensed that he took government regulations seriously.
Once again, the snow is “almost all gone”, which means that I’m going to have to move the BBQ back to its place of honour on the deck. That’s how we start the next season, around here.
Life in the country is normalized. That means I was able to enjoy a wonderful steak dinner, with potato salad, without ever leaving the property. Take that, quarantined city dwellers. My take away from the press is that people are starting to get antsy about the need to practice social distancing. After a certain point, even the dog can’t fulfill the need for company. We’re into the stage of “well, think about the economy”.
That should induce shivers, even in the absence of a viral fever. It’s not all about the dollar amounts in your savings account. Can’t spend it if you’re no longer here. Try to accept that for many, this is the longest time they’ve spent away from their workplaces since grammar school. Remember how good that summer vacation used to be? Now, take the cue. Join the queue.
