Under cover of darkness
Under cover of darkness, in driving snow. Randy on the radio, counting through songs based on the letters of the alphabet. So much good music, along the way. Turn here, and park. Burger stop. A&W, just because. That’s Saturday without a care.
It’s not always like that, but one must live the moment that presents itself. This afternoon, a first test of phantom power. As it turns out, the gadget I received from the little shop in Montreal does not pass the dangerous voltage along to the fragile ribbon, but the amp requires it. And works. So much potential. I hadn’t plugged anything in, before, so I wanted to make sure that things weren’t DOA. They weren’t.
Other than the “Hello?” moments, this was a quiet afternoon. Itchy eye, so a decision to ignore popular media and spend time with my pillow. Not sleep, exactly; just time where I could keep my eyes closed. May the surgery announcement come soon, although another few weeks would ease the mind of she who worries about such things.
The pre-election survey numbers reveal a desire for change, across the province. Still, extrapolation of a few thousand who are willing to commit can differ from those who go into the booth (actually, a cardboard wall) with no knowledge of talking points, and an allegiance to a colour, or a slogan on the side of an expensive bus. Maybe they’ll stay home on Monday…
Did I mention that snow is still falling? That marks the sixth month in a row. Or, as we say in Canada, “We’re a land of one long season with a few warmer days”.
