Celebration, Montreal style
I wish that Mr Einstein was still around. Seemed like a smart enough fellow, despite the hair. He understood something about “relativity”, which lays a theoretical framework on the time system we use to regulate our daily dailies. Here’s the thing; maybe I could get an educated explanation about why my time away from the office goes by so quickly, but the hours at work drag by.
Paid my property tax bills this evening, for the other property. You know, the one with an ocean view. I’m diligent when it comes to my remittance. The day I receive the statement (it’s not a bill, according to them), I gear up and feed the ATM. Yet, I’m still being tagged for interest on late payment. I know, the amounts are niggling: this time around, there was a line amount of $1.93 to add. Back to my Einstein question list. The statement that arrived today was mailed on the 8th last (from Nova Scotia, adding insult to injury). How many people living within the boundaries of my future municipality were able to do better than a “late” of five days for settlement of accounts? I want to know.
There seems to be some dismay over last night’s recognition of a winning team in downtown Montreal. Aren’t new sneakers and some porto part of the package? One journalist reported that 750 policepersons were on duty, yet it was business as usual for the riot squad (not the group with the nifty shields). With a minimum of four more games ahead for the Habs and friends, can the merchants of Montreal spare the change?
