Beat down
For the record, the kind of supper you make (in desperation) involving bagged fries and frozen chicken strips does not taste as good as summertime takeout. Guess that the deep fryer does add flavour to poor nutrition. Moving right along.
Check your refrigerator. Do you have to consolidate those condiment bottles? Is the stock of sliced cheese diminished by treating the dog? Time to revise the dietary laws. I’ve been reading about paleo, and if ever I have my own forest and sea and a personal garden, I might make the switch. Meantime, the big industry has us where it hurts. How much GMO is on your plate? Are you a captive of the corn? Thought so. This looks like a strong possibility for the next round of new year resolutions.
We watched a strange little CanCon movie, Beat Down, with seed talent from the Republic of Doyle and Trailer Park Boys. Atlantic Canada, keeping it real. No plot line giveaways here, but it did keep the crowd roaring. I got beat down, for mentioning the TPB connection, one too many times; that’s life. Summer can’t get here fast enough, to allow a return to roots.
Someone in the bus shelter pointed out the sad detail (of astronomy) that our days will only get longer for another couple of weeks, and then we will be back on the fast train to winter. To have that pointed out, before I get sand in my briefs and salty toes is unfair. In a just world, I could start vacation forthwith.
