Underwater, working their magic
I try. I really do. I know that “the news” is important, even when I can’t seem to find any. We did have some sort of alert peacon on phones (I don’t actually use a cellphone, but). Noise that I was subliminally aware would happen at a given hour. That out of the way, I continued to search for content with content. The only story of note is that Season 3 of the Derry Girls has launched. Not here, over in the UK and Ireland. We won’t have access for many weeks (thanks for nothing, Netflix). There might be a “workaround”, so I’ll work around that possibility.
Here, we had a repair crew (two people, although I only saw one) to put right in our siding. You know, the gale. I have to salute “guys in a truck” that can show up, analyze the needs, pitch the ladders and fix whatever in record time. That’s my take on it. In the beginning, getting workers in to fix things seems futile. Now, it just happens. I’m good with that.
We’re into May, and the lobster traps are all underwater, working their magic. At a guess, the first “haul” is on board, but we won’t hear about the pricing until the buyers have figured out just how close they can shave things. Benevolence is not in the vocabulary. Imagine, we’re already part way through Week One of a potential eight or nine. Not much time to get rich and get home again.
Now, back to regular evening life, where I try to find some new musical content before bedtime. Lately, the efforts of Agnes Obel have me keen. Apparently I can purchase sheet music (but I won’t). Not much sense if getting material I can no longer see. Slowly, I’m turning into a musician that listens.
