Change the definition of the recession. Really?
It’s odd. Seems that the people who phone here, regularly, with “an offer to adjust my credit card interest fees” don’t want to talk about anything else. I tried; after pushing 1 and waiting to get my place in the queue down from 18 to me, the agent asked what card I wanted to consider… my “weesa” or my “mastacaht”. I said neither, I just wanted to catch up on the news. He hung up. Faster than I usually do. Impolite!
Our construction project is almost completed. The contractor, himself, showed up this morning. Carried in his sample case, as requested, so that we make a choice of finish colour for the fake stone wall under the deck. The last of so may choices. After more than a year, my instant house is ready for use. I also received a valuable tip on how to handle the wide doorway in the basement… move the door to the inside edge and then adapt the trim on the non-hinge surface. Will do. Can do.
On the political front, we continue toward an election. Yesterday, one of the current ministers stated that the definition of “recession” was incorrect. Today, we learned from the statistics bureau that the country is in a recession (old definition). Funny how the political mind works. The main economist (he who masquerades as the primest minister) informed all and sundry that one month of good economic numbers held more meaning than a trimester. Maybe the minister is past prime. Think moldy cheese. Maybe we just need change.
