City Mayhem

Today was my turn to take the boy to his soc­cer camp; it also turned out to be the day after the police shot someone on a main street. The afore­said street was com­pletely closed down for a block which caused a cer­tain amount of traffic hav­oc. I got a close-up look at the deser­ted street while inch­ing past the yel­low “Police — do not cross” tape (it’s on the usu­al route to the camp). When I got to the camp, I found more chaos in the park­ing lot, since two-thirds of the lot was blocked off for shoot­ing some film (a com­mon occur­rence in Van­couver). I finally made it back home again, only to find the cat in the back yard play­ing with an almost-dead rat. With the cur­rent strike in Van­couver includ­ing the garbage pick-up ser­vices, the rat pop­u­la­tion has exploded, so I don’t actu­ally object to the cats catch­ing rats, but I don’t really want to have to watch. 

Sum­mer in the city, I guess.