Email is a mystery
In our oven, right now, there is a pie. A meat pie apparently. And we did not even have to make it. Somebody has moved into the area and makes meat pies. Now you might scoff but it didn’t used to be that way. A century ago, if you want a pie you had to make it. Could take all day since you had to heat the oven first. Is this what they mean by evolution? As well there is a plan afoot to make dog biscuits. Not for me because I do not eat dog biscuits but I’m sure we can find someone or something to handle that task period from what I’ve overheard the recipe will involve oatmeal and peanut butter and flour. Probably the same oven that we’re using to heat a pie. Anyhow, the wind continues to blow. For days now. No serious damage. Even the lights have stayed on here. Other provinces have not been as fortunate. I think we were lucky to get our hurricane when we did because it gave the utility company enough time to fix things before winter. And I guess that the other provinces will have to rethink their situation because they missed that window of opportunity. There were no visitors today except for someone in a big truck carrying parcels. He did not even come in to visit although he did ring the doorbell. Great service. No need to pay extra although I imagine that in the greater scheme of things, we’re paying the cost. Service rolled into the price. It also seems that we might soon sorted out our little dust up with our e-mail. A confirmation that the message we have sent was received. We may never know what actually happened. Instead, we will keep sending messages off, blindly something like a message in a bottle where you do not know where the tides will carry it.
