Flex schedule
On the binge channel, today: a retrospective of Dark Angel. With roughly fifteen years to allow selective forgetfulness on the part of the family viewers, a surprise in how well the program has held up. I’m not actually watching; the TV is one room over, but the dulcet tones of Ms Alba keep me calm, knowing that “things can only get better”.
Our original (poorly designed and poorly executed) plan for today would have seen a family trip to the city. I had some trepidation, given that the contractors of this world rarely call ahead, but I can’t put my life on hold indefinitely. Actually, I can. That’s the beauty of retirement. My schedule is, simply put, flexible. Now, tomorrow is Saturday, and we don’t want to face the hordes of weekend shoppers, but there’s always next week. Or Amazon. The dog finds the UPS guy to be a suitable source of cheap doggy treats.
I learned, a little earlier, that the term “taxi medallion” actually refers to something. Filed in case I’m ever in NYC and want to know the reason for the plaque on the hood of every second car…
The election campaign plods into the final stretch. Come Monday, I get to go to the local community centre and stand in a queue. Willingly. Not sure if the evening will end with a happy dance, but I’m planning to stay up well past that “based on projections, CBC declares the election of…” After all, we don’t do three-way ties in this country. Do we?
