When making less money means more
There are times when you have to strike. A drum, for instance. Or a snake (before it strikes you). A few other examples are available. But this time around, as hockey gets set to go on strike (technically, a lockout; don’t quibble), perhaps a truce would be a better choice.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m part of the whole management-labour paradigm. I’ve managed to survive, all these years, with only one day of “unrest”. If all goes well, I’ll hold that as a token memory, thank you very much. In the world of paid employment, some confrontation is inevitable. But back to the hockey story.
This time around, in a version of greed vs greed, the owners want more (more, more!) And in one of those odd parallel worlds inhabited by the idle rich, the way to make more money is to receive less. I don’t fully understand the mindset. I thought that ticket sales and souvenir shops were the lifeblood of professional sport.
Here’s a faint hope: now that TV won’t have to present game after game, we’ll get some alternate filler for the timeslots. And perhaps that new TV guide (that I’ve just learned will cost me extra, every newpaper billing period) will be of use.
The two dogs kept the household awake, all day. At one point, while the visiting hound was out to pee, the home hound decided to escape via a slightly ajar door (improved choice, given the predilection for slightly ajar windows). He went wandering for several hours, and then scratched to come in and get the mud washed from his gaiters. No rain recently; wonder where he went.
