Meanwhile, it’s 93F here, feeling like 106!
The weather is perverse, or maybe it’s just my luck. Here in Georgia, we’ve been praying for rain with litttle result – for the Okefenokee fire as well as the farmland – but for the two days I will be travelling we are forecast to get thunderstorms and downpours.
A group of firefighters moved into the hotel yesterday, so dinner is a bit more scenic. Nice fellows, though; Quiet and respectful, and no ‘caveman’ parties. Not that I’ve heard, anyhow.
The prediction about the fire is that it could burn for six months. The problem is that – because of the dry conditions – it goes underground in the peat, and can break out again almost anywhere.
I wrote about a similar situation in Two Irish Lads, and when I was young, the bush on our farm – along with several others – burned for nearly a month.
The Canadian dollar continues to loose ground to the ‘greenback.’ This morning it is barely above $0.73, so between “Maleficent” Wynne and “Twinkle Toes” Trudeau, I am getting poorer every day. My investments are going nowhere, as well, so it’s a double whammy of bad news!
More next time.