Border skirmishing
If I don’t get much else done, at least I can testify to the toilet system reliability of our RV. I went out, this afternoon, backfilled the black and grey from the white, emptied the liquids, refilled the reservoir. All without hiccups. I’m starting to trust myself with the required sequences.
And the weather was glorious, compared to earlier in the week. If we had gone camping, we would have had great success, although that video showing flurries in the area, yesterday, still haunts me. Not snow in summer, surely? I’ll wait for verification, and keep our shovel on standby.
The CO2 tank is in the city. We should get a call confirming the refill in a couple of days. Sets us up for another 16 months of SodaStream, if all goes well. Getting the cylinder from son #2 counts as a great deal, given the price of tanked carbon dioxide at the local stationer. Don’t ask; it’s a mystery to me, too. I like my bubbly water, and I haven’t bought “pop” for several years now.
Over in NS, the main highway is closed. Second day. People are really upset over the perceived stupidity of the political class. One wants to reach out to the world. The other wants to maintain some common sense.
Who will win? Not the truckers, or those that hope to circulate freely. The Mounties are on standby. The ferry is running, and certain public officials are advising us to go by sea. Oddly, when the First Nations wanted similar treatment, things played out differently.
