Over the side and down to the bottom
Today, locally, an act of faith took place. Against the odds, this is “setting day”. Has nothing to do with a comfortable couch, or hens. Rather, hundreds of rational people go out in boats about the size of a city bus (more valuable, to boot). Multiple boats, with two or three people in each one. You do your own math. And from the relative comfort of the deck, they throw hundreds of carefully fashioned traps overboard.
How deep? Depends, really. Deep enough to require a boat. And they do carefully record the location on a GPS. Everything is tied together with “stout lines”, sufficient to allow recovery. Tomorrow. And the day after, for the next six weeks. Normally, they’ve have eight weeks to play the game, but, pandemic.
As well, the people on the boats are expected to practice social distancing and wash their hands, often. Why? Well, it seems that those traps will fill with lobsters of varying sizes. Within limits, those lobster will then be brought to shore and sold for consumption. By humans. I know; bravery. The whole thing can be very lucrative, if all goes well. We shall see.
I had nothing like that to distract me, today. Instead, I took the time to find my “tire wrenches”. A fancy name for short pieces of plastic that allowed me to change the tire on my bike, in anticipation of warm weather exercise. I made the decision to order a new tire pump, because the one we have is insufficient. It’s a choice. You either inflate things properly, or you pay to replace a dinged rim. I know about such things. The seasonal change is done, and now I have to wait for inspiration (and a nagging pain in one knee to subside. Again, we shall see.
