Dominion -- oops -- Canada Day is tomorrow, and Environment Canada has backed off its forecast warning. We had the rainpocalypse yesterday, about suppertime. I think there may have been a lightning strike on part of the power distribution system, perhaps a transformer. The lightning bolt and the ferocious clap of thunder were simultaneous, so the hit was very close, and I saw a big white flash through the trees to the northwest. The power went out for about two hours. It's still hot and close today, but marginally cooler. I shall make a potato salad and a lentil salad this afternoon, and buy the snazziest Boston lettuce I can find for a green salad that I shall assemble tomorrow. Spit-roasted chicken with the relatives, who have announced a plan to secure a key lime pie. My lower gut has been punishing me since Monday, probably for over-indulgence in cherries on Sunday. I'm still a bit uncomfortable but probably safe to venture out for an undetermined length of time. As the province gradually opens up, the gym owners are now the most vocal howlers as the hairdressers and restaurateurs grab the lifelines thrown to them by the province. Their professional association (i.e., lobby group) has taken centre stage in the Toronto Star's grievance coverage -- "Everybody else is opening, why can't we?" Well, I've logged a lot of time in gyms over the years, and I for one am not ready for a weight room full of large guys forcefully huffing out the air from the very bottom of their lungs with each rep of their routine. In fact, the risk factor is probably close to that of unprotected choral singing, perhaps the most dangerous activity an aging lady can indulge in these days. Meanwhile, in other news, no unmarked cemeteries have been found in the last few days. Wait for it ...
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