Playing the name game
Give me a few minutes, until I figure out who you are. It’s a game, locally, and I’m late to the game. I have to sort out social identities based on trite remarks about siblings made by others. Locally, everyone else seems to know everyone else, and I get to see if I can match the pieces in the puzzle. Great mental exercise.
When it becomes important (like this evening, during a job interview), I wish I could round the corners. Make the “fits go faster”. Oh well.
I actually had to get dressed for success, this evening. Not “suit and tie” level, but what one needs to venture beyond the safety of the house. A coat, and shoes. The dog was truly puzzled by it all, particularly because he knew that it was cold outside, and wet. What could his human be up to? He gave me extra attention when I returned, just in case his nose could answer the questions.
This afternoon, during a press conference, our PM was asked what he thought about the turbulent times next door. His delay in answering (twenty seconds seem much longer that you think, on TV) and the measured response told us what we wanted to know. He is not impressed with the neighbours, right now. At a guess, the combined tension of a pandemic and the run-up to (perhaps) civil war, weren’t on the horizon this time a year ago. Hard to know what will happen by summer. I won’t be surprised by anything that happens. Wait: a return to status quo might be a surprise.
