So ends my summer
Perhaps I should write a song. The end of summer and the pain I feel. Catchy title; now to work on the lyrics.
Tomorrow, rain or shine, I’m back in my cubicle. My responsible side peeking out; if it came to a vote I’d be opting for another month of holidays. A question of where I feel needed; here, there or elsewhere. This summer was sort of a prelude to what’s to come; the only difference being that the fixed income mode will be there, to keep me from living like a rich man.
I did enjoy my restaurant meals. I did enjoy my shoreside scenery. The weather never kept me from doing what I wanted. A decent vacation, in reflection.
Tonight we’re due for a little election chatter. The big debate, involving three plus one. (3 known parties, one new arrival). All of them are professional politicians, so there won’t be much risktaking. A little mudslinging, perhaps. Some pointed eyebrow threats. And when it’s over, nothing will have changed. We still have two weeks to run, and the population is pretty static about choices.
My first threepack of gel cell batteries have come up as damaged beyond recovery. No surprise: recycled into my basement from elsewhere, I didn’t expect much for my money. At least I’m getting some practice in identifying future power supply.
The dog stayed outside most of the day, watching new neighbours move in down the street. I’d ask him for details, but he’s reticent to gossip. Perhaps if they have pets of their own…
