Bait boats, boy
The start of a long weekend. Good thing that I checked the calendar, because such moments no longer carry the same importance that they did in an earlier life. My life, I mean. When every day is “like Saturday” the idea of a holiday weekend fades. We had been warned, but until you get into the life of the retired, it’s hard to imagine.
We did have hamburgers, for supper. Almost like a long weekend. No, the BBQ was not used; still in the garage, waiting for the head’s up that storm season is really over. Those poor folks in SK, MB and ON! What do you do with a forecast that imagines close to a half-meter of new snow. From a genuine blizzard.
Here, the first fishing boats have come into view. Gathering bait, I imagine. When you are preparing traps, fresh fish is way more fun than thawed bait. Smell, texture, whatever. Way more fun.
In that ongoing mess in Ukraine, the Russian forces just admitted that one of their “capital ships” haad caught fire and sunk. Details are sktetchy, but I doubt that this was a galley fire. Remember, we’re over sixty days into a conflict that some bragged would last a few days. Hard to explain to the folks who watch the evening news. I guess a good fire will serve to make the tale more interesting to future generations.
I’m still waiting for the iPad to iPad transfer to finish. I could erase my “life” and start over, but I like my archives too much to treat this as the end of a school year. Remember when we used to throw all of our notebooks into the garbage bins? I could not, now.
