Did you hear about the Japanese man, who owns a chain of sushi restaurants, who'd bought a 280 kilo tuna for just over $3 million? He said he was going to share this amazing fish with his customers; how does he know it's going to be amazing to eat - he only saw it on the auctioneer's counter? It reminded me of the fun we had last night with $55 of seafood. I don't think I'll bother trying to get any of his tuna.
I fancy looking at the dark web which I learned about from the BBC this morning. It's fascinating. It's full of illegal stuff and I can buy anything. Prices go up and down depending on availability and demand. I can get credit cards, phone bills, invoices and all sorts of stuff which I can then use for illegal activities. It sounds so interesting!
At the same time I learned about the epidemic in the USA concerning loneliness. Maybe that's why I need the dark web. The UK have even appointed a Minister responsible for Loneliness. Apparently, it's causing a lot of problems in the workplace because people who are lonely stop having social skills so they don't work so well with colleagues. A Norwegian company creates devices that help people with loneliness; one is a toy gadget for sick children. I didn't realise that, as we grow older, blood doesn't always circulate to the tips of our fingers and the skin becomes dry. When that happens we can't use a touch screen computer. Now that would be a real calamity for me as I don't use a mouse - I just catch 'em. I found myself massaging my finger tips today just to make sure they stay supple and moist.
I went to the supermarket this afternoon to look for mouse deterrents. The store sold trays onto which I would have to put sticky sheets of something. I really didn't fancy waking up to find a mouse trying to remove it's feet from the sheet. What would I do with the mouse - clobber it? I ended up buying a can of spray I'm going to put on the steps, along with some rat bait, but I will still use my trusty trap and the peanut butter.
Many years ago, when I lived outside Calgary, I worked with Agness who owned a lovely ranch and raised dogs. On her own, with little outside help, she cared for over 200 dogs which were all pedigreed. That was until there was a huge fire while she was away. Neighbours came over, grabbed dogs, bundled them into trucks and took them to safety. Many were in heat so it was a veritable orgy in the trucks. Poor Agness had a devil of a job getting rid of all the pups and I bet you didn't know that once a pedigree dog has had a mongrel pup her future offspring can't be called pedigree.
She had a mice problem. Sometimes she'd put out bowls of food for them mixed with plaster of Paris which would expand in their stomachs and what happened after that I don't discuss. Others would eat the dog food and then try to escape. Agness was always helpful; one day I saw her pushing a rather fat mouse through a hole in a plank. She was a lovely lady.
