My mind often turns back to May 26, 2020, when Hon. Peter Bevan-Baker opened the then-“emergency session” of the Legislative Assembly with a question to the Premier:

Leader of the Opposition: My first question is to the Premier and it’s about how you’re doing. It’s been tough to work under these circumstances for all of us, but particularly tough for those who have added burdens related to their jobs.

So, Premier, how are you feeling?

Speaker: The hon. Premier.

Premier King: Thank you very much, Mr. Speaker.

I’m feeling fine. I don’t feel any differently than any Prince Edward Islander does. I think we’ve all been through a difficult time, we’ve all had difficult jobs and mine is probably more public than most, but I’ve been doing fine.

Like all of you in here, I worry more about my family than I do about how I’m feeling, but very kind of you to ask. I’m doing well and I hope you are, too.

“So, Premier, how are you feeling?” was such a generous way to open the session; while things got considerably more debatey later that same day and, indeed, over the following 26, that exchange established a bedrock of caring and compassion on which everything else was built.

Last month I generated a self-signed certificate like this:

openssl req -new -x509 -nodes -out example.com.crt -key example.com.key

Yesterday, a month later, things depending on this certificate started to break, and I realized it was because the certificate had expired: apparently the default expiration date is a month.

So I regenerated it, adding -days 3650 to set the expiration date 10 years into the future.

openssl req -new -x509 -days 3650 -nodes -out example.com.crt -key example.com.key

I double-checked the expiration date with:

openssl x509 -enddate -noout -in example.com.crt

And was surprised to see this returned:

notAfter=Jul 19 18:42:13 2030 GMT

Surely something must be broken, I thought: 2030 isn’t in 10 years.

Oh, right, 2030 is in 10 years.

I’m continuing to assemble the pieces of my “stream the sounds of Prince Edward Island to the web” project, and I’ve reached the stage where I need to buy a microphone.

The Pisound box I’ll be using has a single unbalanced ¼” TRS line-level input, without phantom power, with input impedance of 100kΩ.

I’m looking for a microphone to plug into this box, a mic that will work well for picking up sounds over a wide range of frequencies, with a wide polar pattern.

Because there’s no phantom power, I’d need an external source of phantom power to use a condenser microphone (which is fine); if the microphone has an XLR connector I’d need a way to convert to TRS (which is also fine).

I’m certain I have some audio gearheads in my readership: any recommendations?

Two small victories for Oliver today: first, he’s now become the “quick, jump out of the car and pick up some new potatoes from that roadside stand” point person in the family; second, by telling me that buying both a bag of potatoes and a bag of firewood (down below the potatoes in the same stand, both were $5) would have cost $10, he outed himself as knowing more math than he usually lets on.

On the Amazon product description for the Powerextra 120 Inch Projector Screen:

Tips: pure white wall may work better than the screen, it’s recommended to use when don’t have pure white wall or in outdoors, please turn off the light when use it.

Kudos for telling the truth.

Yesterday we took our new screen projector out for a ride, sacrificing a white bed sheet for the screen, and setting the projector on a step ladder.

I plugged our Apple TV into the projector, and set the sound to beam to our Airport Express, and from there into our hifi, so the sound was amazing.

We reoriented the comfortable living room chairs, popped up some popcorn, and watched Yesterday—rented for $4.99—as if at the movies.

The screen projector is turning out to be the deal of the summer: it’s a VANKYO Leisure 3 Mini, and was $129 from Amazon.

Since I first had bánh mì in Berlin in 2011 I have been hooked, and these Vietnamese sandwiches have become one of my favourite foods, on a ”if you had to choose one thing to eat every day for the rest of your life” level.

Here in the hinterlands, bánh mì are not easy to come by: Casa Mia made a college try, but otherwise a trip to Halifax is the closest way to get a fix.

Until today.

When, driving back home from the Charlottetown Farmers’ Market, I spotted a sign for Madam Vuong Coffee, Viet Sub & Street Food on the signpost on the front of the old Needs store across from the CBC on University Avenue. My bánh mì sense started to tingle.

Taking out my map mid-afternoon, I realized that we could cycle there from home by going up the Confederation Trail and down the Research Station access road, which would place us directly across, and thus only a take-your-life-into-your-own-hands dash across University Avenue. So that’s what we did:

Madam Vuong is a little hard to find the first time: you need to go around the right side of the old Needs building (currently a fruit and vegetable store), behind the food trailer, and into the door marked “Unit C.” There’s a sign for Madam Vuong to the right of the door you enter through:

Inside is a spotless white-painted space with an order counter and an open kitchen. It’s takeaway only, and because everything is scratch-made, if you’re in a hurry you might want to phone your order in or order online.

For round one we ordered cold beverages: Oliver had the Virgin Lychee Mojito and I had the Iced Brown Coffee (strong Vietnamese coffee with condensed milk, over ice). The coffee takes 5 minutes to drip-drip-drip before your eyes:

The coffee was very good, and appropriately high test (I may not sleep tonight). Oliver reports his mojito was very refreshing.

We decided dash back across University Avenue for a second round, the prospect of sandwiches being too good to pass up (and having learned they serve a vegetarian bánh mì not advertised on the online menu).

It took about 15 minutes for our sandwiches to be prepared, but it was worth the wait, as they were fantastic, and everything you’d ever want in a Vietnamese sandwich: the perfect bread (you cannot make bánh mì with any old bread), crunchy, spicy, unmistakable. I had the vegetarian, Oliver had the chicken.

If you are used to monster footlongs from Subway, you will find the “Viet sub” diminutive, but they are exactly the right size to fit in the hand, and exactly the right size for a satisfying lunch.

A few things to note:

• The online ordering system, the menu on the website, the menu board in the restaurant, and the printed menu in the restaurant are not completely in sync, so it helps to ask if there’s something you’re looking for and don’t see on one or the other.
• As I mentioned above, it’s really easy to cycle almost-there on the Confederation Trail and the Research Station access road. There’s a nice shady tree on the Research Station side of the road under which coffee and sandwiches can be enjoyed.
• Service was really, really friendly. 

I am so happy.

With the dead kangaroo properly handled, it was time to turn to the accumulation of hazardous chemicals that had built up in the household, chemicals that had been left unattended to given the exigencies.

There was 10 year old paint, dried-up tubes of caulking, half-filled canisters of things like Brasso and Raid that I will never use.

And a large collection of partially used red hair colouring. Which was, well, not easy to dispose of.

But even if there was a market for free half-used multi-faceted shimmering red hair colouring, I wasn’t eager to populate the city with people wearing Catherine’s shade.

I toyed with the idea of colouring my hair, but realized that clearly fell under the “don’t do anything rash” lesson we learned in grieving class this week.

So off it went.

After many years of maintaining the same old website, the Island Waste Management Corporation has a smart new mobile-friendly site that includes an updated sorting guide tool. I’ve been trying to get better at my compost-recycle-waste game, so this is a tool I consult regularly (I had to search “big bag of cannabis” earlier this year, but that’s another story).

This afternoon I found a headless pigeon in our back yard, cause of death unknown. Dead stock removal was something clearly in Catherine’s sphere of operations, but without her I must get comfortable with dead pigeon handling (bereavement is a gift that just keeps giving). So I searched “dead pigeon” and was led to the “Dead Animals” page, which tells me:

NEVER place in your Compost Bin. Place in a securely tied biomedical bag or transparent clear plastic bag and place into Waste. Animals that weight more than 50 lbs, a permit is required.

Curiously, the instructions are illustrated with photos of a dead bird, a dead rodent, and a dead kangaroo, the latter perhaps to illustrate that in the world of Island waste management, anything is possible. 

At this week’s meeting of the Mayor’s Task Force on Active Transportation we heard from local resident and active cyclist David Sims about his ideas for active transportation in the city (you can watch the recording of David’s presentation here).

One of the items David touched on was the possibility of enhancing the cycling opportunities in Victoria Park, and he invited Mayor Brown, who attended the meeting, to join him for a cycle through the park this afternoon, and the Mayor extended the invitation to anyone else who wanted to join.

Which is how I found myself on my bicycle with Mayor Brown, David Sims, Mitch Underhay (from Bike Friendly Charlottetown) and Ramona Doyle (Manager of Environment and Sustainability), riding through Victoria Park:

We stopped at several junctures and had good conversations about the park, and about cycling in the city in general. It turns out there’s no better way to talk about the possibilities of cycling than while cycling. Beyond having the evidence in front of us, there’s a certain collegiality it affords.

More than that, though, I got to experience what it was like to cycle as part of a group: it turns out to be lots of fun, and something I think I’d like to do more of. Not “let’s ride to North Cape and have a glass of water” cycling, but “let’s ride out the trail to Royalty Junction and have a picnic” cycling. Now I just need to find other lackadaisical cyclists.