Can we break our addiction to food?
An odd day, here on my Island. Sometime in mid-morning, the Twitterverse started to get noisy: “the children are being sent home from school”. Not one school; all of them. Without a trace of snow…
According to the RCMP briefing at noon, a fax had been received in the National Capital, announcing that certain schools (plural) here and in NS were at risk of exploding. Not a message that we take lightly. The wheels spun up (school bus wheels, at least), and by shortly after noon the province stopped educating. Even the post-secondary institutions took the warning seriously. Now we wait to see what the forensic teams actually learn.
Around here, the day was hot. The dog and I decided that the beach was “the place to be” and so we headed off to explore the one below Mossey’s; a delightful stretch of sand, with much less congestion than the named beach just up the road. We checked out the entrance to our own lagoon, and tested the quality of walking on the waterline compared to higher ground. An hour well spent.
This evening, I tagged along to an information session on how to break your addiction to real groceries and switch over to proteins that never graced the back of a bull. Interesting spiel. I remain unconvinced, but the future may require a subtle adjustment to my diet, as a sign of collegiality.
And finally, I stink of Tung Oil. I’ve started the finishing of my project, and as soon as everything has dried and buffed out, I’ll consider me effort completed.
