Potential monsters in my sea
Some things qualify as poorly kept secrets. Today, when CBC announced that the swimming area of my LOCAL BEACH was temporarily closed, due to a shark sighting… that qualified as real. I mean, I’ve known about the risk of sharks for most of my adult life. The local dive shop sold “bang sticks” which seemed like over reaction, but there you have it. I’d seen photos of fish that had been hauled aboard. I cannot claim to have ever been theoretical prey, but I’m going to be better informed in future. Perhaps our dog not wanting to swim has nothing to do with fear of getting his fur wet.
And since we are what we read, I’m also concerned about my personal risk of shingles. Not the ones on my roof; the ones that get your nervous system all tingly. Like fear of sharks, only more rational. Yes, I had my chicken pox, ever and ages ago, and I remain “chicken”. Don’t like intense pain. Don’t need intense pain. And since my health system doesn’t want to pay for my fears, I’ll dig into the savings sock and get it done. Soon. Not tomorrow, but before the snows come. Is that precise enough?
One of my kids needs a (second) oven rack. I’d made it this far in life without that being an issue; mys stoves always came with several. He needs to buy one, preferable used, and he has to make sure it fits, because force fitting the issue with a big hammer is noisy and unwieldy. I checked the price on Amazon, and this is really something to buy in the aftermarket.
