The dog has a new puzzle in view
There’s a different car in the driveway. From here, I can faintly smell that “new” odour, and the dog is upset. What to do? We can’t take him for a tour, until the mandatory “too recent to get extra hair on the upholstery” date passes. I guess I’ll do what comes best; point to it, and tell the dog that this is good. Like him.
We’re in the middle of the “great cellphone swap” here. Although I have no intention of actually using it, there’s a more recent model with my name on it, and an even newer model for she who actually uses the technology. My last (best?) phone now gets a place of honour in the sock drawer, along with a responsibility to recharge the internal battery from time to time.
If you wonder what happens in a pandemic, this is it. You upgrade things, because there is nothing else to serve as a distraction. I’d love to get back to regular life, but the news is continuing to underline my future. Years of home arrest. At least I don’t have a fancy ankle bracelet.
Meanwhile. Oh, who am I trying to kid. The days are longer, and with little to do, distractions are welcome. I did hear that the border with the world to the south of us will remain closed for an additional thirty days, which gets us past the date for the Old Home Week parade (also cancelled). I’ll be forced to dig out some Kodachrome slides from decades earlier, and pretend that I’m amazed by the colourful floats and marching bands.
