Dirty money
Strange times. Today, we paid off the winter snow removal contract. In cash, that had been kept out of circulation for almost a week. I mean, money is dirty. It can carry disease. But if you put the bills into an envelope and then wait for a bit, at least the disease part goes away. I jest, barely. The money was delivered by hand, and bicycle.
Yesterday, the premier was all in favour of getting things back to normal. Open the schools. Today, he called that back, which means that someone must have reacted to this great rush over a potential cliff. I’m waiting to see what tomorrow may bring.
I erased the local browser history. Now, I’m trying to recover a whole slew of passwords that I had stopped using. Not my finest moment.
And how about Spotify? Without a subscription, I ignored the potential. This afternoon, clicked on a playlist (Steve Winwood) and spent a very pleasant time listening to his genius.
Right now, folks are trying to convince the government that what with the bumpy economy, bailouts are a worthwhile thing. Even our “national” football league, apparently. I guess it depends on where you sit (most of us never get those prize seats by center field), but the idea that really rich athletes are an essential part of the economy escapes me. If we could get away with covering minimum wage (like we do for people in retail and restauration), it might fly. But, the request for $150 million seems rich. Talks are underway.
