Summer: go or no-go
Some years ago, when I decided to be more serious about my “learn another language” efforts, I discovered the musical output from a small summer school in the Gaeltacht (Coláiste Lurgan, specifically). Now, this won’t mean much to the rest of the world, but the summer schools in Ireland have all been cancelled. Pandemic rules. I salute the wisdom of the Irish government, as I wonder about the fate of a particular summer school that served as my summer life for many, many years.
Actually, this may be one of the strangest summers, ever. Today, our local museum posted a call for summer employees. One has to be prepared, just in case. From where I sit, the odds of a work session for anyone in that museum are low. I mean, miracles can happen, apparently, but you shouldn’t hold your breath in anticipation.
Similarly, the fate of our local primary industries remain undecided. Yes, the preparatory steps are being taken, but what would you do with thousands of tons of lobsters, or thousands of tons of potatoes, if the restaurants stay shuttered?
Yesterday’s shooting story from NS has turned out to be worse than imaginable. The numbers are still not confirmed, but we are en route to one of the worst in our history. Still no motive, still no backstory. The authorities are not going to reveal their “cards” until everything has been confirmed (a wise move).
Meanwhile, our federal parliament wants to start up. Or, rather, one party at the table wants to. The others are wiser. What provokes some people to stand in harm’s way?
