A meal in someone else’s kitchen
I guess that watering the lawn would be superfluous, today. We’ve had a full fifty mm of rain since midnight, and it continues. Along with some wind, as the tail end of H. Ida runs out of purpose, right here. We plan to camp (glamp?) for the weekend, but things should be dryer by then.
This was a “take the family out for dinner” evening, and I’m satiated. Great chowder, properly spiced fish, no need for dessert. I actually hadn’t been to a restaurant in a long time, and there’s something disconcerting about having table service and a pass on loading the dishwasher. My cup of coffee did wait until home, in passing.
This has been the first visit by our latest family member; I hope she found us to be normal in every way.
We also received our travel documents from the province. More specifically, a short email that will allow is to come home, in a few days. This is a first, in my lifetime, and I guess I should savour the love. Having to sequester in a hotel would be uncomfortable. Pandemically speaking.
The “election debates” are underway, and I’m intrigued by who doesn’t get an invite. It seems to depend on criteria that I’ve hardly considered. Things like “voting history” and “number of likes in a recent popularity poll. Artificial, and a sign that electoral reform can’t come too soon. It won’t, because there is a vested interest in maintaining the status quo. Better the idiots you know, etc. The debates won’t change my preferences, because I am old enough to recognize idiots, even in their expensive suits.
