Text updates on the upcoming hunt
Occasionally, there’s some decent humour on the radio. Today, a sketch about a school deciding to fast track a medical school cohort. “All right. Open your laptops to Web-MD and we’ll begin.” I know that the reality is very different from the supposition, but graduating several hundred doctors in three months would certainly aid a political party that keeps promising to provide “a family doctor for everyone”. Come on, giggle…
We were down to the lake for closure this afternoon. An urn can be buried, just like a casket, and the priest from the local parish was on hand to lead the short but necessary ceremony.
Trying to get my head around some of the terrible driving that goes on. This afternoon, we were “stuck” behind a very large farm machine (a corn harvester?) that required almost the entire width of the rural roadway. Despite the double yellow line, and the deep ditches that were supposed to protect us from invaders (and oncoming traffic), must people squeezed by (in the literal sense). If only a police car had been on hand, the monthly quota could have been filled in a short stretch of time and distance.
I’m not attentive to such things, but others managed to spot several deer (in the woods) and a field full of migrating geese. Season is open, and during supper my brother-in-law received frequent text updates on the status of the incoming food supply in his corner of the country. He’ll make a five hour drive back, today, to be ready for a chance to hunt in the morning.
