Empty those shelves
The one, critical difference between our local market and a supermarket in the city isn’t the variety. It’s the quantity on sale. We have a some extra people here, for the next few days. I managed to empty the shelves of certain articles, without making an effort. No stockpiling, just getting enough stuff to feed those around the table. I could have gone to a larger place, but the three hours of road time is a powerful deterrent.
Surprised to open a magazine, this evening, and find a photo of my father. At work, more than a half-century ago. And now I wonder, was I in the background, given my habit of hanging around his “office” when I wasn’t in school. I’ll never know, for sure, but it seeds some interesting thoughts.
Finally got around to lowering the seat on my bicycle. I’m not as “stretchy” as I once was, and if I had insisted on standing tall I would also have fallen far.
The high cost of health care. The current bill for doctors (salary, etc) in Canada has reached an unhealthy 25 billion dollars. As the old joke goes, that buys a lot of expensive advice. Do doctors still say “Take 2 aspirin and see me in a day or two”? Probably not; if the waiting list to have a “family doctor” that I just waited through is any benchmark, being self-medicating for a decade at a time is the new norm.
I know, the system swallows a lot of money. Expensive aspirin, in other words.
