Lobster monies from a potato platform
Now that was a sad cry for friendship… a single coyote just sounded off, two fields away. No answers. He’s stopped calling, and I guess he’ll be left trying to find an alternative way to spend a quiet evening around the lair. My attempts to record him (?) will have to wait for a more communal evening.
My day was spent waiting. Two evenings back, I received a phone call requesting my donation to a charity in ‘town. Nothing big; actually an invitation to purchase a lottery ticket that would give a spending spree to Mr. Lucky. I agreed that the ask was within my means, and was told to expect someone dropping by during the day to exchange the ticket against cash or cheque.
The pickup (dropoff) actually took place before suppertime. Now I wait for the call telling me about my great fortune.
Finally completed reading the Michael Harris book. Given that this was a documentary, most of the material has already made it to the news feed. It’s just that when you put all the tiles in a row, we really do need to change our government. Speaking of which, the “great leader” (yes, that’s how Gail Shea introduced him to the handpicked crowd) was on the Island today. Photo op in a potato plant, where he promised new monies to the lobster fishery, before going out for a catch and release session on someone’s boat. Who thinks these things up?
I also watched a Periscope feed from the local airport. A surprising crowd of protesters on hand (much more than the photo op for friends). Please, let this campaign end!
