Silencing the klaxon
The announcement by two federal parties to conclude a pact of non-agression was well received, here at home. The idea that we could avoid the discomfort of elections until the end of the current session fits in well with the principle of fixed term lengths. In this case, it also hits a mute button on the klaxon voice of a particular odious MP. Only last week, he was off to fund raise, waving the banner of him being the “next PM of C”. Not so fast. Here’s a chance for you to sit on your tuffet.
We were off to the city, today. There was a list, which we respected, and there was some shopping toward the future. I am on the waiting list for a shiny, new, brighter iPad. Unavailable locally, and unavailable across the nation, although that will change. We asked, in one store, and learned that when a notice of new stock appears in the store website, there are customers at the door within the hour. I live outside that time circle, so I’m back to corporate queues. I don’t mind; there are other distractions. Only yesterday, my laptop moved from Win7 to Win10. Yes, I’ve been living on the back of a bleeding edge, running my personal computer with a twelve year old OS. I was due. Now to learn where everything is stored.
By going to the city, I’m trying to prove to my community that I haven’t become a hermit. Ignore my lI diong hair and irregular shaving habits. I, too, can enter the city limits and leave again, at will. I did notice that surgical masks are still in fashion. Even used to cover the nose and mouth. There is hope for humanity. And my reading glasses are now replaced, even if it did require taking our health in our hands by shopping at Wally World.
