Rather too exciting times in the hood

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  There was a helicopter or two buzzing the area as I limped down to the library this evening, round and round and round and driving me frantic. More evidence of neurodiversity, maybe? Couldn't think what or whom they might be looking for, but neighbourhood FB group said someone threw a suspicious package through the window of  a business down Bathurst. The bomb squad was called and traffic was halted down Bathurst which is a parking lot at the best of times. No idea how a helicopter can help in a manhunt, but whatever. Earlier today a boy was slashed in the arm by a knife at Christie Pits, the big glacier-scar park down the road from me. Urban scuttlebutt says it's a drug dealer hangout, which seems unlikely to me. Wide open spaces full of dogs, with no shelter or dark corners.

My doctor was moving her office these last two weeks which apparently is why she didn't renew my pain meds. I'd calculated that I'd be good well into May but I reckoned without the amount of rain and dank, not to mention snow, in that time period. So now I have four to last me till Thursday, which is partly why I was limping on a stabbity right knee. Also because I really cannot skip massage or things turn into binder twine. Alcohol would help but unfortunately I'm on a dry May kick to try to drop some of those five kilos that piled on since last year. Water pills disposes of one of them, but even with triple potassium they also give me leg cramps.

 

Finished Amongst Our Weapons and enjoyed it very much except for my usual problem remembering who all the white bread names attach to. Ebooks have spoiled me becuse you can't search hardcover texts. I never did find out who Brian Packard was, besides the guy who took the photograph. But how'd he end up in America and what did he do after Manchester?

 

The hold I went to get is another Midsomer murder. The last one dispatched the victim by page 60, so it rattled on, but this one is looking to be another 'Cranford with murder' so you must irst be introduced in depth to a whole bunch of unpleasant people, their thoughts and backgrounds, for several hundred pages before anyone is killed. Can't I have another easy-read Golden Age detective instead?