Buried traces of tracks
The dog done did it, again. Out the window, screen mattering little; and since we didn’t see it happen, we had to depend on benevolent neighbours who convinced the hound that a chain (loaner) and a fresh pail of water were preferable to wanderlust. The proposal to clip and stitch (at the vet’s) is sounding better all the time.
The whole getaway may have been in harmony with son #2, who is in a plane in the air right now. The dog refuses to say.
I’m watching some of the loopier content available on cable this evening. In focus, “preppers” who believe so firmly in the collapse of our infrastructure that they’re putting serious time and money into their battle plans. Underground bunkers, tremendous food supplies, practice sorties under cover of darkness. Sounds like life in the dormitory, a long, long time ago. We did it from boredom…
The kitchen stove had PF on all controls this morning, which points to a “power fluctuation”. Turned off the weather station server, but never bothered the “:98” clock in the living room. I’m confused.
Streets are collapsing in downtown Montreal, in something reminiscent of a cartoon with gophers. Not good for city budgets, or travel through the downtown proper. The old streetcar rails have surfaced (in both Montreal and Quebec) which is also odd. I’m trying to understand why railroads pick up their old railbeds, but tramway traces are still around sixty years after the fact. Was it really that easy to just pave over the system and forget? And in that case, why can’t we scrape the right-of-way clean and get going with the replacement system?
