Warm Strong Winds
True to forecasts, the winds just continue in strength. Needless to say, we do not spend any time in the backyard with the wind whipping the long extended Silver Maple limbs.
Daughter Carrie arrived at ten, just in time for a breakfast scone. There was a lot to catch up on. We had not visited since the end of July. A few texts back and forth had been the extent.
We talked about the kid’s school, Carrie’s job, Jeremy’s job and then a bit of politics.
Dennis had caught wind, that it was being proposed that any transaction in or out of our bank account of $600.00 or more would be reported. I had chuckled at the time and commented, “Yes, indeed! You and I might be laundering money.” Within several days of that, the lending institution that we use in the small town of Sleepy Eye, sent an email with much the same message and the grief it would cause for small banks needing to look at the number of employees to handle that. Even when we got haircuts Tuesday, Dennis’ niece commented that a family of six could write out a check that large for groceries.
Today Carrie mentioned that 2023 is when this reporting was intended to be enacted.
Someone does not have enough to do and dreams up this stuff. Perhaps that is why there is an option for an employee to hook to an account that would allow them to earn 8 hours of pay and draw it out without waiting until their entire 40 hours has been earned. There was a notice recently seen that had the web site info of this type of futuristic banking. A lot of links from employers to employees would have to mesh.
All of this is way over this Grammie’s head . . . but then I never thought someone might get fired if they didn’t get a vaccine shot.
Carrie did take her 44″ x 84″ tablecloth home. I have sent out two baby blanket to a wee one by the name of Leo Conrad. I little bit more elbow room in the studio.