The inevitable evaluation
Seems I underestimated the power of social media: a quick email from my new ISP, confirming an improved install date. Now, that was fast!
Today the new oven received its first real job, when the need arose for some other social media. Baked goods. I contributed to the success by going shopping for a long list of specifics. The hardest to locate? Unsalted butter, which the market stores in the ice cream freezer. I had to get help in solving that particular puzzle.
Getting “on” the local doctor wait list will have to wait… until we receive a real phone number. In case of an emergency, I’m sure some compromise would be made, but good health is not something to take for granted.
I was waiting for a contractor to arrive, around noontime, when a car pulled into the library. A much younger man (than I expected), got out with his clipboard and measuring tape. The provincial evaluator, ready to see what my “proper” property tax should be. No big deal; a quick tour, some simple math, a few photos to prove our decorative prowess. The amended bill will follow, sometime in the next few months. Oddly, his demeanor seemed to be “Well, when are you going to yell at me?” I guess some folks don’t appreciate the social value of their tax assessment.
Another old friend, from just up the road, stopped in. I learned that the only financial justification for fishing lobster is the increased volume now landed per boat. Compared to thirty-five years ago, about 300% upswing. Given that the price hasn’t changed, that doesn’t translate into wealth.
