A perception of wrongdoing
Our supper was either “take out “ or “carry in”. Or a combination… suffice to accept that it did require a short trip by car to get from there to here. And I didn’t have to prepare anything, beyond my reheat on a BBQ pork chop. The decision to leave the lobster to another was made by mutual choice. And just because, there was an oversize portion of potato salad, along with some wonderful seafood chowder. I’ll eat my blueberry whatever later. Fundraisers locally tend to overfeeding,
The Games are done. Without any attention on my part, they overspent to the level of a small country budget: 15 billion. As the naysayers say, “Imagine all the other things that could have bbe done with that amount”. Like what, exactly. Buy a missile? Create a TV series that would have less entertainment value? It really doesn’t matter, because the decision to entertain us with swimming and shot put has historical roots.
And while others were distracted by the Games, a firm in Winnipeg moved a house. Cut down a dozen trees on a public street to clear a path, and now we await the penalty. That the firm decided to erase their FB page and stop answering the phone shows a certain level of perceived culpability on this one. Along with the stumped trees, of course. Apparently the permits were in order, but the required scouting of a clear path was a classic failure. As of today, the house hadn’t arrived at a final destination, which is going to cause other ennui.
