Skating
Skating, as a spectator sport. Maybe you enjoy compulsory figures, or a mad hockey dash. Me? I prefer watching provincial premiers explain how their “carbon tax” plan won’t affect the citizen. Skating, on thin ice. Only a matter of time before one of the lads in the expensive suits gets a good soaking. I hope.
Actually, I’m in favour of any plan which improves our attack on the environment. A pity that politicians only understand increased input from the voters’s wallets as an approach. When the elected say “This won’t hurt, really!”, be very, very afraid.
The man who installs window blinds came back this afternoon. I didn’t recognize the truck, or him, when he came in; had to ask why someone with tools wanted to visit me. He didn’t take long to put things back, and I’ll now be able to avoid direct sunlight when I want. That’s my recessive gene for lycanthropism showing. Or is it vampire related? Perhaps I just want to see my laptop screen, on my own terms.
Watching the weather forecasts. There are more than one for this area: either we’re getting a few flurries or some horrendous winds over the next few days. Depends on the channel, or something. Flurries would be fun. Wind… maybe. I’m not planning to fly any kites, and I think the shingles are properly attached. A “new record” would be fun. Again, though… flurries are a simple thing to clear away when the front has passed. Yes, Environment Canada has the red banner in place.
