Qualify as a tack
As I made a rapid course correction, around one of the new road obstacles, a sudden burst of wind took me from the side. And I realized that what I needed, on the car, was a sail. A supplement to the fossil fuel diet… Mentioned it to the storekeeper: “Do you sell sails?” His quick response was that my drifting into the path of oncoming traffic might qualify as a tack, but…
Obviously, I’m not an inventor, either by training or vocation. However, I have a lot of spare time on my hands. That’s what prompted (I hope) a suggestion from the head of budgets here in the house: “Why don’t you get a part time job? After all, the fish plant is hiring.” I’m rather attached to my digits, thank you. I visualize a long life with ten of them. No need to learn about the sharpness of a filleting blade.
It has been windy, though. A new site record of 72 kph, this afternoon. When I checked the anemometer, my vision seemed blurry. We haven’t lost any (more) shingles, but the vertical antenna is standing straight on its mounting post. Temporary state, I assume. There was a tiny squirrel, sitting below the feeder in the lee of the house. Every once in a while, a sudden jog to the side (much like the car, earlier). He seemed to be keeping his tale low as a precaution. At one point this afternoon, we also counted in excess of two dozen goldfinches, hanging onto the ground. I wonder if they get flight advisories?
