A quote will surely follow
Is there any creature more confident in my knowledge of good food, than the family dog? He sees (me, with) a plate, and his eyes light up. He stands on guard, ready for any error due to gravity. His paw reminds me, often, that he has not forgotten our good times together. Oddly, he doesn’t decline my salad option; when he eats grass on his own, things tend to go in (and then out).
Early this morning, I was convinced that my quote for flooring would be delayed for another day (week?). After all, the Island was shuttered, again. But to my surprise, the emailed offer to go with an estimated area was answered almost immediately; rest reassured, because the dealer would head east to measure the perimeter, today. The quote should be received, tomorrow. I’m an optimist; just like the dog, I believe…
Proof that our national currency is tied to a terrible standard: the price of oil crept upward today, and so did the loonie. So wrong, on so many levels.
The last box of Canadian Kellogg’s breakfast cereal (from their main plant) was opened this week. No more production. I’m not sure where that leaves me. I haven’t eaten corn flakes in decades, but if I decided to return to the ways of my childhood, one staple will be missing. I might have to go with “pops”, or “crispies” or “shreddies”.
This afternoon, I think I copied hundreds of photos from my smartphone into the cloud. However, it looks like I managed to double what was already there. Still missing content. The search continues.
