sunset outside Milk River, AB
It’s spitting outside – half snow and half rain. It’s a Sunday today, and I’m ‘taking a day’ (day off).
55, still alive.
Spring has sprung.
The deer are eating the tulips for the third year in a row. So this year, before planting a bunch of new bulbs, Floyd and I put up a 6-foot (2m) fence of plastic bird netting. I found some long 1x2s in the garage, pulled the nails out, sharpened the ends with Father’s band saw, and hammered them into the ground. Unfortunately, nightfall had already begun. (I wonder what passers-by would think.)
I went to Peavey Mart to get some gardening supplies. While looking around, I was surprised to see a cat just laying about. Was he protecting the store from mice? After all, he was sitting on a stack of feed, likely a mouse’s dream come true (except for the cat).
Along with spring comes spring cleaning. I’ve finally phased out the old computer and brought in the new. Along with that is also an old sound system I have had for about 15 years, replaced with a very small sound bar.
Remembrance Day is here again. CTV Calgary had broadcast a memorial from the Hanger Flight Museum. It was a very touching presentation.
It’s a dull, wet day outside. I’m at home alone as FT. is gone to Saskatchewan on a road trip with a friend. So far, the only person to send me birthday greetings is my cousin, SM. Thanks, cousin.
I’m off to a dollar store to buy some forks for work. There seems to be a shortage of them. “What did you do on your birthday?” “I bought some forks.”
It took me 50 minutes to get home today. 43rd Street was closed due to an accident.
I went for a walk at Indian Battle Park today. Although it’s winter, it’s not very wintry. I was surprised to see so many people. I read a few news articles and wished I had some hot tea. But, then again, with hot tea comes the need for a washroom, and I have no idea if anything is open because of COVID-19.