It’s hard to talk about beets without mentioning soviet era economics, just like it’s hard to talk about the pandemic without talking about real estate values. I’ve noticed that there are a lot of German made automobiles driving the streets and boulevards of Krawttown, more than before. Some people are much richer through their real estate and because their disposal spending has been curbed.
It’s hard to talk about Krawttown without mentioning disparity, just like it’s hard to talk about apricots without mentioning peaches. Just try someday in polite conversation and bring up apricots and see how long it takes until someone mentions peaches.
Now that the weather has warmed up, I take little jaunts and sit in the town square and in the park and watch what’s going on. A lot, but nothing important. That’s my report.
I pick up two golf balls on my way through the park. Someone has been taking some much needed practice. I found a golf ball last week too. But that one was beside a golf course. I can go years without finding a golf ball and then boom, three in two weeks.
Sometimes a little bit of effort goes a long way. Sometimes it’s all you need. Sometimes you have the wind behind you and you get a couple dozen extra yards. You might feel like a hero even though you’ve sailed off the fairway and over a berm.
I don’t really like golfing, but when I do, I like golfing in the wind.
One summer when I lived in Taiwan, there was a short-lived garlic shortage, made worse or maybe created as residents hoarded that lovely leek. Last spring, there was another short-lived garlic shortage but this time it was here in Ontario. I was in Costco last week, just days before our latest lockdown. I grabbed the last package of toilet paper. Bamboo. I can hardly wait to try it.
It’s hard to talk about garlic without thinking about onions, just like it’s hard to talk about India without mentioning cows. It is for me anyways.
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