The pennies you save…
Whether or not you make regular (or supreme) purchases of refined petroleum product, the headlines are clear. The pennies you save on each litre will be responsible for the decline of the empire.
The addiction of government treasuries to “gas taxes” is serious. So many palms to grease. The sudden drop at the pumps puts pressure on that addiction, and certain provinces are already planning for the inevitable deficit (funny how those with elected status are unable to understand spending just the money in pocket). Worse, trickle down economics does exist; companies are already downsizing staff and spending, with a domino effect: the boys who went west are now the boys going east.
I don’t know if any of my brood will feel the breeze; economic laws don’t always follow linear logic. At best, the stagnation is going to diminish profligation (look it up; it’s a real word).
Meanwhile, I have to live my life.
We have two dozen more boxes, neatly stacked in the living room. Time to focus on the loose belongings, and imagine a large, empty trailer, slowly filling up. Very zen. Pity that the real obstacles to this move are too large to fit easily into the packaging. If I can get some of the original cartons filling one corner of the basement re-filled with the original contents… The TV has a “leave me until last” sticker, but there’s a ton (literally) of other stuff. This weekend marks five months in limbo, and my anxiety level is at an all time high.
