When every problem resembles a protruding nail
The storm watch didn’t fool the school boards. Shrew players in the bus transport poker game, they called the bluff and the day was “as scheduled”. No early holiday. Actually, a good call, because the storm is here, now, (after supper) and there was no apocalyse to complicate getting the yellow limos from door to door.
Life in the office was quiet. With two solid weeks of time off ahead, the stress levels dropped to near zero. Many people simply left at lunch, and the rest of us were given a bell an hour early. In the world of public transit, that translates into nothing at all, but the thought was there. And I’m home, and the driveway has been shoveled, and let the good times begin.
Son #3 just heard about a group called Cream. I remember having the same feeling.
Stateside, the gun lobby would like to have (armed) police officers in every school. The suggestion has been made that classroom teachers should be better equipped (armed…). No better proof of the axiom that when you have a hammer, every problem starts to resemble a protruding nail. I don’t get it. Hope I never do.
Meanwhile, the political silly dance of the day.
Vic “the Moustache” has found a new way to tighten the turnscrews in the penal colonies; forbid pizza night. Diabolical! Straight out of “Crime and Puniishment” by Dostoyevsky! The rest of us wonder if he lays awake at night, thinking up schemes to look stupid in the eyes of the world.
