Now a world-class target
Although I deplore cheap nationalism, when something happens within “our” country, I wear the same symbolic jersey. This morning, for the second time in three days, somebody decided that the visible uniform, that of soldiers, is an invitation to attack. Not in a foreign war, as has been the usual detail of Canadian history. Here, at home. Just down the road.
The news out of Ottawa is still confused, but someone with a long gun attacked a soldier on highly symbolic ground, that of the War Memorial. The soldier is dead, as is the attacker. There’ll be lots more said, before this gets footnoted in a history manual, but the reality is there. We’re now part of the Coalition, and we are now a target for The Other Side. War, in its basest form.
This was a day of signing documents, over at a local bank branch. No numbers; I think I just put my name on a blank cheque. Please, can we get on with the fun stuff? Go on, dig a hole. Hammer a nail. Pipe some heat. I want a new house, and I want it NOW! Instead, my life goes on hold until after surgery, and any progress will come in as second hand news.
What else is happening? Well, there’s a HUGE collection of green garbage bags, following the “great sort” of the closets and dresser drawers yesterday. The residuals of my wardrobe will go somewhere, soon. Maybe to another part of the world, where my old T-shirts will proudly sport logos that are completely misunderstood.
