Tiles in place
My parents and teachers put a great deal of effort into teaching me the value of patience. Just in case I decide to, for example, get a house built. Today, an email telling me that the basement tiles are lain. Remaining on the list: the downstairs bathroom. Maybe next week. I give a shrug and roll along.
Little else to set this day apart from others. No great pranks in the entourage. In the city, a suggestion that the Chateau receive a new central tower; forgotten, this time tomorrow. On the national level, nothing at all. This government doesn’t do humour. The RNC did announce their intention to retire the K-9 division, with a more budget conscious replacement; the F-line unit. I’ll let you work through that one.
Nothing to do with the date, but I’ve learned that a new salad restaurant is now open in ‘town. Right beside my preferred salad restaurant. Not sure why one good idea engenders another one next door. Is this the latest trend in business school training?
Why does the telephone company continue to mail me invitations to rejoin their (expensive) circle? It’s been several years now, and their postage bill outstrips any effort they ever made to reduce my costs when I was “on their team”. As long as they don’t believe that they influenced any future choice. I’m heading back into their sphere of influence, and they have the only game in town… err, country.
So, will the Island break their snowfall record, this weekend?
