Two more shovels in the tool pile
The Nature Of Things is presenting us with the evolving pattern of wildlife incursion in this part of the world. As we learn about the population of coyotes in major cities, I’m struck by one technical aspect: I have everything needed to track them, except for the frequency of the collar transmitter. Forget fox hunts. Let’s go track a coywolf!
This afternoon, I tried to bargain down a seller in the flea market. And I was rebuffed, with vehemence. Turns out that (in their odd universe), putting a price tag on something used turns them into retailers. “What’s marked is the price”. Good luck with that. When you do your version of invention (one of these, one of those, one of something else), keep that state of mind. You won’t be successful as a flea marker seller, but you can tell your friends that you’ve risen in the world.
Trying another recipe for curry today, involving beef and a different spice mix. The food critics tell me that “it’s good”, but the old familiar (pork and a particular spice set) is preferred. Tomorrow, on to something else.
The Scotties Tournament of Hearts has started. Watching the TV coverage from year to year means that I recognize faces on the ice. Still can’t guess the next shot, though.
We were shovel shopping this afternoon. This is not a technique where you fill the bags quickly… our snow shovel shattered, last week. Violent shock or intense cold, take your pick. Since the season of accumulated precipitation is not done, we needed to get a replacement from the hardware store, before they go all summer crazy. We bought two.
