When it came time to go for the dog walk yesterday morning, it was still raining and I did not want to go. But I went. Even wet, nature is beautiful and appealing when it’s warm. I put Sheba’s coat on her; making the effort earned us our day by the fire.
The average rainfall for September here is 68 mms; we’ve had 111 already and we’ve a week more to go.
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I was impressed by Jagmeet Singh’s response to Trudeau’s commitment to talk together about Trudeau’s blackface/brownface incidents. He said, essentially, that he did not want to be a pawn in Trudeau’s ploy to regain public respect and political power. I think the election has been a good thing for Mr. Singh; it has given him a platform and I’ve been impressed by him often. I thought he was a poor choice as a leader, but I knew nothing about him. Now, I feel I have a sense of the man.
The sad thing is that his, and Elizabeth May’s candidacies are hopeless in terms of forming a government, so they, it seems to me, can talk far more honestly and bravely when it comes to platform statements on social and economic policies.
Scheer, I won’t even think about. Trudeau makes me wonder who is pulling his strings. I’m glad, whomever they are, that they’re proposing a ban on assault weapons. I watched W% last night and saw interviews with gun advocates. It’s disgusting and appalling to hear them advocate for these weapons. Who, the fuck, are these people?
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It’s raining of course. Tomorrow’s supposed to be nice; I dearly hope it is. I’m sick of rain; we keep waiting for … no one knows what to call it any more … “Indian” summer.
I have absolutely no idea what I’ll do today, but I love days like today. It’ll pass easily. I’ll light a fire and …
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