The correct answer will remain a mystery, but I wonder: if I don’t cook my frozen fish fillets quite long enough, is that like eating sushi?
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Yesterday, I went to a community meeting. A new sensation, after many months away from public gatherings. And, distracted, I left half of my coat (the outer shell) hanging on my chair… along with all of my identification and financial plastic. In a larger place, that might provoke panic. Here, not so much.
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Slowly, we’re returning to a near normal existence. This evening, our annual general meeting for the community group was held. Six months late, but we’re dealing with things at a different pace.
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Getting older has some good points. For example, we’re heading into Hallowe’en, where I once had to plan a costume, and a route plan. Oh, and find a pillow case that wouldn’t be missed (at least not immediately). Then I could head out, collect some candy, come home and sort out the chaff from the wheat…
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Imagine! In the last six weeks, we have had three general provincial elections. And in all three, the incumbents appear to have won the prize. Other than the obvious cost of conducting such a “test the pulse of the people” exercise, we can confirm that the will for change, any change right now, is non-existent. Yes, I hear the cries of those in the wilderness. How they want a new premier or prime minister. Doesn’t look like that’s about to happen.
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The first snowfall photos are coming in from across the nation; I guess we’ll have to accept that we won’t get a pass to compensate for a lost year in our lives. Don’t get me wrong; going out on snowshoes or skis is a good thing. It’s just the setting aside of several months more. I don’t even get storm days, any more.
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Soon… the first weather forecast model for the season shows snow, within the week. No big stress, because that first bit rarely stays. Also, I have no place to go, so as long as I remember to get some food beforehand, it will just be a bookend to the season.
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Looking outside, around suppertime. Not seeing much; we’re at the point in the clock vs daylight cycle where darkness rules, long before bedtime. And when we “switch” the clock, in just over a week, the improvement will be shifted to… actually, I don’t think there’s any benefit. Not that I’m planning to wander around outside. Too dark. Too cold. Too wet. I’m a wuss, and being inside is fine with me. Hey, there’s lots to keep me distracted.
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My daily plan? There wasn’t one. When the afternoon seemed to require my getting something done, I fell back on the old standby of doing laundry. And with that off the list, I moved along to seasonal jobs. Today? Why, putting the BBQ in the garage, of course.
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Although it won’t last forever, this autumn is going along quite nicely. New flowers in bloom in the yard (dandelions, but still flowers). There are three fox teens at play just outside our front door, although the hope is clear; food, for free. Be it dog biscuits or raw eggs, when your diet requires that you be both a hunter and a gatherer, meals with an open door policy are worth hanging around for. Don’t mind the dog. He’s too old to understand that more than a half-hearted lunge will be required to interrupt their particular game.
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