Too moist to smell smoky
Dod you every play Monopoly? Not the real game; that version where the rule sheet is MIA, and your sibling keeps making up the regulations as time goes on? Well, that’s exactly where we (meaning Canada and the US) are at right now, in the decisions to open the border.
Yesterday, it seemed like we might actually get there, even if the border guard union was seeking the best strategy for contract negotiations (strike?!) Today, a new nuance. The US has decided that they’re not ready to allow movement across their northern border, just yet, except by air which was already permitted.
For anyone wanting to get on with their life as tourists. No, wrong. For anyone who hoped to get on with their life. Hang in there. The rules are still in a state of flux, for our big board game.
I’m not ready to move on out, in any case. Still waiting for the second battery on the solar generator.
I did start to display my Morse key collection, downstairs. You know, where nobody can see them. Already on to a third shelf, which surprises even me. I mean, the collecting started back when I had no immediate dependents. Radio provided cheap conversation. Now I treat the hobby as something for when I get old. I seem to have lost track. Please, no snickering. I can count.
It’s rumoured that the haze (outside) is due to forest fires burning from coast to coast. I didn’t notice, but I’m not easily annoyed by such things. Outside, the air is rather moist (translates into wet dog, which smells quite unlike burning spruce).
