Confuse me if you can
The first barbecue of the season is done. I took the sage advice offered by my family, left the bottled sauce in the refrigerator and simply let the set of steaks cook up in their own juices. No charred chew toys. Maybe it’s time to go back to the primitive recipes.
The cable for my new transceiver arrived this afternoon, in the slow post from China. Instead of paying a local dealer the listed $60, I went with the eBay version at a more reasonable sum of $10 (shipping fees were identical, whether I chose Toronto or the other end of the earth). Now how does that work? My first programming effort was a complete success.
For the last two hours and a bit, the son and the father have sat in front of the big screen. The film, Shutter Island, was directed by Martin Scorsese. I have no intention of revealing the plot, but our combined reaction was monosyllabic: Weird!
The air show is in town, but so far we’ve seen nothing. No noise, no vibration, no expensive hardware within pointing range. If I could leave the crowd out of the equation, I’d be willing to go out to the airport to see the display.
The fake lake story isn’t going to die easily. Today, members of the federal Liberal party installed their own version, on the lawn over by Mr. Ignatieff’s digs. The bill was a reasonable $19.95. Of course, the bragging rights were, as the ad says, priceless. Never miss a political opportunity to “support Canada’s fake lake industry.”
