While Sparky and I were groveling in place to avoid getting emphysema from the Great Canadian Dumpster Fire, somebody mowed my field.

I’m wondering who mowed it.  Sparky is wondering if they left any dead mice behind.

Cutting that hill is scary.  I used to do it.  I tried ballasting my tires by adding antifreeze instead of air and switched to lugged lawnmower tires, but eventually gave up.  They didn’t just cut the hill, they went all the way back.

These photos are from 7 am this morning.  We were watching Trailer Park Boys all day yesterday because the air was filthy.  Driving home from Planet Fitness, I took a photo of Cleveland Hopkins Airport.

That looks like Mexico City or Shenzhen.

I applaud Ohio Senator Bernie Moreno for introducing a bill to sanction Canada for poisoning our air.  I call bullshit on ‘climate scientists’ who blame climate change for Canada’s mismanagement of their forests.  The climate always changes, so humans have to adapt.

My only request is that if they squeeze some money out of Canada, it should be forwarded to the people who suffered.  I’m on Medicare, so I’m fine, but Sparky seriously needs a CPAP machine.  He snores and makes other weird breathing noises when he sleeps.  I don’t know if dogs have septums or tonsils or sinuses, but something is messed up.

The point is, I wonder, but don’t really care who mowed my field.  Based on what was mowed, it was probably the company, Embridge, who own the high pressure natural gas pipe.  In the top photo, the yellow gas pipe marker shows that the pipe runs along the tree line.  Embridge is a Canadian company, so maybe they did the work as a goodwill gesture. 

Sparky really does want some mice, living or dead.  If he gets his mouse, he won’t demand a CPAP machine.