Anticipating your summer vacation
When the Purolator man arrives, bearing a heavy load of ordered motor oil, I am both pleased and astonished. I need the oil, and it came much earlier than expected. Why, if the weather holds, I might get my genny service done before the end of this month. In short, the onus is now on me.
Our federal government put the calendar on the desktop; we’ll open to the south within the next three weeks. Certain US acquaintances are cheering, loudly, as they pack the car in anticipation. I can’t blame them. They have summer homes (unlike my times with a pup tent) and the beaches are really nice in early August. Meanwhile, we might be inclined to head out while the snow is on hold. Climate change doesn’t mean I can keep the shorts and sandals on indefinitely. Plus, I’d like to see the kids. Not surprise them, exactly; we’d give a heads-up. But I could use some new/old scenery.
No job with important powers comes without preparation. Not even being the GG. Seems the next excellency doesn’t have a grasp of two official languages, despite decades of service in Foreign Affairs. Why am I not surprised? Berlitz for the receiving line.
Another really (really) rich person is going up (into the rarified air of near space). I guess having deep pockets allows dreamers to become doers, even if I don’t understand why. Is it for bragging rights, about where you went on your summer vacation? A nifty bumper sticker for the fast cars in your garage? I’ll try and decipher this, and get back to you.
