What does not exist cannot be copied
This is the time of the season when the weather watchers become intoxicated with optimism. After all, no matter how much snow has fallen during our cold season, we’re ready for it to be done. As one fellow says on the forum “I’m ready to stick a fork in it”.
That’s silly talk for done. We’ve had quite enough, thank you. While outside, this afternoon, in my shortish pants, I was aware that the snow was still lying around, but… the deck was clear, and the front steps were clear, and the driveway was doing that transubstantiation from hard frozen to wet. Capable of mud, if I hadn’t spent a small fortune on all that crushed stone from away.
And over by the side of the house, where it gets warmer, I could see grass. Not NEW grass, but a reminder that we do have vegetation. All good!
The word came back from the lab, and son #1 is not Covid-positive. He didn’t think that he was, but the test system wants stats, so when there’s a doubt, there’s a chance to be swabbed. Or spit-tested. Nothing too invasive. And the delay was reasonable; less than a day. Now to avoid any near occasions, as they used to warn those that confessed to higher powers.
Do you have too much available cash around the house? Well, there’s now a cure for that. Suddenly, the interest in NFT (non-fungible tokens) has skyrocketed. I don’t understand, completely, but it seems that having an original and unique anything is of great value, more than gems or gold. Recently, a piece of art was auctioned off by Christies, for a numbing $70 million. No big, when there’s a named painting in museums, right? Well, in this case, the piece of art doesn’t even exist. All part of the mystery of NFT. I’ll leave you to read more.
