Thursday, August 30, 2018
And today comes the stunning news that the Federal government's plan to build that pipeline has hit a wonderful snag.
Not too surprisingly, Kinder Morgan's shareholders just voted (99% in favour) to approve the sale of this seemingly doomed pipeline to us, the Canadian taxpayers.
Looks like Justin made a humdinger of an error, committing $4.5 billion to this outdated project.
Maybe with this much money flying off to a company in Texas, Mr Trudeau might have to think about resigning. Clearly, too many of us made a mistake in believing the promises he made.
Thursday, August 23, 2018
The photo looks a lot like a harvest moon. Only it isn't the moon. It's the afternoon sun. The light it cast was eerie enough that even the birds went into hiding. The last time I saw that happen was almost exactly a year ago, during last August's solar eclipse.
Maybe the reason I'm thinking this orangey light seems like Mars is that it was only a couple of weeks ago I again saw the Matt Damon movie, The Martian.
Rain -- or at least the possibility of precipitation -- has been hinted at for this coming weekend. Considering we've barely had a drop since June, it would be a welcome relief.
And when there's enough of it, it will (we all hope) clear the air and douse the fires that are burning up our province and so much of the coast.
Rain. Even on Mars, they're thinking they've found water. It's time we get some here again.
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Paddling a canoe on the lake today, a man who clearly understands the spirit of holidays was lying on his paddleboard, just floating, maybe meditating.
Taking a break from life's demands has to be good for us. Otherwise, why would I be posting such an abbreviated blog. Just another aspect of bein' lazy.
Monday, August 06, 2018
That's a word we often hear. Ubiquitous. It's everywhere.
I know. It's a lot more than plastic straws that are ruining the oceans.
Everywhere I look I see plastic. My toothbrush, the phone, this computer I am typing on. Bread comes in plastic bags, so do cherries, tortillas, potatoes...
My feeble efforts to collect and recycle my plastic bags seem almost stupid, they are so insignificant. What eensy difference can taking my little bundle of bags to the recycling centre mean?
Would it really make any difference if everyone bothered to do this? Somehow, it's hard for me to believe it would.
Still, I am sure that I will carry on, trying to avoid plastic when I can -- whether a straw or a shopping bag. And when I gather a bunch of them, I will take them to the place where I believe (trust may be the more accurate word) someone takes them away to a place where they get converted into fleece jackets or maybe just more plastic bags.
If nothing else, I suppose it will at least help me feel a little better. If only it would make the ocean feel better.