A surcharge for unplanned shopping
I was there, at sunrise. For the record, there’s a screen of trees between me and the “action line”, but the sky does go all pastel and impressive, so I accept that the day has two photo opportunities. Cloud cover permitting.
Of course, getting up too early leaves me with the time to plan for food shortages. Milk, etc. I made my list, and headed to the local markets by 09h00. They weren’t aware of my plan; nothing opens before noon on Sunday. Had to shop at the local gas bar, where the price is 10% higher. An economic penalty. And the need to shop for a real load of groceries didn’t go away, so by early afternoon another drive to shop session was needed. Oh well.
In other, completely scheduled news, the writ dropped today. 338 separate but simultaneous campaigns, now underway for ELEVEN WEEKS.
Some pertinent comment. If asked, I will remind any candidate that it was a kindness. I have seventy-seven days to recall just how poorly governed we are. The country is not under imminent risk of attack, not even by tourists who can count and want to profit from our lackluster loonie. We aren’t likely to have any worse economic leadership if we decide to change for someone untried. The quality of life is strained.
Meanwhile, the biggest moment locally involved the passage of another dog through the front yard. Managed to mobilize the whole family. Dog moan, son run, wife watch. Me: there was a great documentary on nuclear radiation on the local PBS station, so I watched and learned.
