A virtual tin cup and sign
We’re not frozen into our houses, yet. For those that remember the Big Freeze, that’s good. The news has been warning that the heavy snow cover on our rooftops, should some rainfall occur, might lead to some costly repairs. I’ve eyeballed our place, and I think we’re safe.
Happened across a rebroadcast of a studio concert with Ashelin, this morning. So much good music that I haven’t heard (yet). My feeling is that finding quality music requires that you avoid the stuff pushed by the music industry. What sells isn’t always what you need.
I”m not given to PowerPointing things out. However, I found a moment of inspiration this morning and started a tiny production to explain why a pension plan is so important to some of us. I don’t think that my kids have seized on the concept of not wanting to earn minimum wage until they’re too old to know the difference. Let’s face it; the lottery is not a retirement plan, and neither is the average McJob. We’ve pushed the kids to explore higher education. If ever they escape the muddy trenches of the CEGEP system, they might have a chance.
The dog doesn’t care. He sees me bring in the oversize sacks of kibble and knows that a nudge at dawn will fill his belly. Dogs don’t require pension plans, either. Trusting beast! What if I told him that he’d have to scavenge in his old age (the dog world’s equivalent of a tin cup and a sign). No bowl – whatever he can kill or steal. Do you think he’d react.
