Designated secondary caregivers
Tonight, I learned that you can catch an owl by wearing a red headlamp, and that you should weigh the bird by setting it upside down in a mug. If that doesn’t inspire some fledgling caricaturist, then I don’t have any (other) ideas. Got this by watching Rick Mercer, for the record.
Planted the remaining two reflector poles, this afternoon. Mark where the driveway changes into a deep ditch; it could save me during the snow season. You know, when I’m out on snowshoes, doing the nature thing. Never worried about things like that, in the city.
The comment zone on CBC is noisy, after discovering that the prime minister has “two household employees who, in addition to performing other duties around the house, act as secondary caregivers” to the couple’s three children. Don’t get me started, after we just kicked to the curb someone with a personal hair comber who had a custom armoured limousine… The excesses of one don’t equal the excesses of another.
Meanwhile, the Paris conference on global warming continues. I can dream that wisdom will prevail. I accept that greed trumps wisdom. And as the rising tides approach, I’ll hone my ark-building skills. Too many players in this game, and too much money. What one hand is doing, the other is undoing. Translate that into Latin or Greek and stick it on a shield as a motto.
No mail today, again. Death in the family of the delivery person. Never even considered that as an impediment to the mails, when we’ve grown with that “neither rain, nor snow nor gloom of night” rhetoric.
