Tree tilt
Nothing lasts forever: should be printed on the side of a BBQ fuel tank. This evening, while my two steaks were carefully arrayed, the grill temperature went from low to “no longer registering”. I had a Plan B, and so the meal was completed in the kitchen, but now I’m going to have to find a gas vendor… or settle for an exchange at the local general store. Again, Plan B.
Given the number of meals I’ve prepared since the initial assembly, I’m quite satisfied. If I refill now, I can probably make it through until snowfall, and that’s a longer BBQ season than I’ve ever had before.
The winds and rain continued all night. A brief power bump at dawn (which didn’t delay schools any more than an hour) and then the storm was gone. We had no visible property damage, but over at the campground, one of my favourite trees went from vertical to horizontal. I knew that tree well, from frequent pedestrian collisions through the years, as I made my way from the tent to the facilities. An old tree, stunted, gnarled, proof of the struggle to grow in a land of salt spray and breezes.
I wonder what will take its place? I could be long gone before any seedling would reach these proportions.
The clowns are creeping folk out. The corporate response at the Big M is to ask Ronald to keep a low profile. As for that great Stephen King novel, “IT”, I believe that a brown paper cover is in order.
