According to the dog
During the period of elections, the level of optimism is impressive. Much like those who purchase lottery tickets, candidates believe. After all, lightning does strike. Someone has to win. Etc. This evening, a different tale.
Two candidates, on the set of the local news program. Two candidates who won’t be elected, unless lightning strikes (all the other candidates). And when the host asked THE question, only the truth would suffice. No, neither expected to win. At least, not this time. Remember, optimists all. Both avowed their true purpose. To educate. To seed discussion around the proverbial kitchen table. And I was happy to bear witness to a politician telling the truth.
Don’t despair. Not all who present for office are pathological liars…
Moving right along. Budgets are tight, or there is a phase one and phase two within the campaign period. Only one party has hung anything in this neighbourhood. Yes, the same that jumped the starting gun, thirteen days ago. Given that the signs rarely sway voters, I accept the bare poles. Besides, hanging stuff in the wind, when the “chill” is down to -33 (like this morning) is a hard idea to sell.
The dog met me at the door, this afternoon. As near as I can figure out (his explanation was unclear), he was really lucky to have survived the flying chair. Yes, the one that I found, downstairs. And his collar, still attached to a lead, was another case of good fortune. He feared for his life, and the collar just came off. As for the window blind, somehat skewed? That was him watching out the window, so he could warn me about the clear and present danger.
