A call for new lights
One effect of the pandemic is that my time requirement for “community volunteering” has dropped to a point where I hardly realize I’m involved, any more. Tonight, we held back-to-meetings; interesting, but the job of turning my scribblings into a useful record will be challenging. I didn’t go for verbose, and now I have to wax poetic. Tomorrow.
At least I didn’t have to drive over. Really dark outside, until the moon rises. Or could it be that I live in the country, where street lights are reserved for important intersections? The lights outside my garage have gone dark, and it’s easier to bring in replacements from the online vendor. If I manage to resurrect either of the fixtures, the back deck could win something better than a single light bulb. We shall see. I’ll still have to climb a ladder and wire things in. Having something functional is worth the cost.
Toronto did something bleeding edge, today. They flew a pair of replacement lungs across town (between hospitals) by drone, and everything worked as planned. From where I sit, that’s much better than fulfilling Amazon orders. Or do they sell body parts, as well? I don’t think so, although the world is changing.
Up north, water delivery by air. In Iqaluit, the municipal water is tainted, by a leaking fuel supply. As a test run, eighty thousand liters of H2O are incoming, and if it gets them over the bump, I foresee an upswing. Of course, I had to look up just how much water is involved… turns out that two loads from a water bomber equal the amount. Of course, dumping drinking water while overflying a town is highly inefficient. That’s not what they’ll do, in this case.
