Poly saints

What a remarkably complicated day in the area of car tires.

First they were doomed, double doomed at Kingsway and 11th.

Then they were not doomed, 2 man spoke them not in the slightest doomed at Fraser and Kingsway.

Then I had to dance all the way back down Kingsway to celebrate with 3 pieces of toast and a cup of coffee with Jane to recover from all the diagnosing and misdiagnosing.

I am a short person with a Greenhouse needing reconstruction. I do not have time for such rubber excitement. I am down and too far gone with the Poly.

And all this in the quest for the road to Campbell River followed by a detour into the museum of miners. I wonder if there is a patron saint of poly tunnels, the way there is a patron saint for just about everything.