Our wildlife, right on schedule
I attended an impromptu meeting about our local museums, this afternoon. Unscheduled, while standing in the parking lot at the general store, near the mailboxes. No agenda. That’s how we roll, here in the heartland.
Meanwhile, back home, it seems we can set our clock (at least the evening time) by the arrival of the foxes. Assiduous creatures. Always in their family group, and ready to check out if the humans or dog have forgotten any details (like food). I’m surprised to learn the sunflower seeds are as popular with this crowd as with all of our other visitors.
In the mail, an official notification from the province “where I used to live”, letting me know that my private data has been made public, again. When the credit union managed to reveal details on just about everyone in the province, there was shock, followed by complacency. Now, learning that the data banks of the higher education ministry (last a part of my life decades ago) have been breached points out the lax manner that data is treated. I’ve received the obligatory “free offer” to let me enroll with a credit monitoring agency. Just like the offer made by the credit union. Somehow, if my identity gets stolen, this offer is a little too late.
Not that I have any great amount of wealth to bring joy to a hacker. The millionaires are elsewhere. And my funds are disbursed by that same government, regularly. The account balance at any moment would fund a bus ticket to a larger city, but precious little else.
