Another dog in our bubble
The phrase “it takes a community” is being tested, here, this evening. Suddenly, the number of dogs has doubled, and all I have to distract is a bag of liver treats. They don’t show an interest in quiet conversation, so my role is simplified; I hand out things that I wouldn’t eat, even on a bet, and they respond by wagging their tails. Almost wrote “tales”, but they haven’t told me any, yet.
Let the record show: the car has been inspected, as required by the province, and the grades were high. Nothing requiring intervention. That’s good, as we come to the end of its “life” with us. Just waiting for the interprovincial barriers to fall, so that son #2 can join the “motorized in the city” brigade.
CBC offered up some vintage video, taken at the local fishing port, back in ’73. The boats are slightly less top-heavy with electronics, but other than that the issues remain the same. Will the tuna come in? Will we catch any? Will Japan still want the catch?
There’s been an invasion in NB. Micro-scale. Several sisters crossed over from the US, and are camping in the back yard of their family home. Please note that we didn’t get the army involved. We’re Canada.
We’re actually days away from cross-border travel, at the provincial level. A sign that normality is returning (until the next “wave”). I know that a lot of folks from south of here are waiting impatiently for their turn, but as the numbers continue to rise, that seems unlikely.
Oh, and in QC, the reporting of infection numbers is going back to “daily”. Seems that the government has realized that politics and press don’t always go hand in hand with policy.
