We’ve had about a week of night time temperatures slightly below freezing but I went out this afternoon and found activity. Tiny midges and Asian ladybugs were flying round. I found a salamander in a mouse nest under a tin that I put out to find snakes. The only vegetation (other than the pines and other evergreens) that’s still green is the grass and two metasequoia trees that stand at the edge of the forest. There’s no ice on the pond yet. We stand suspended at the edge of the precipice of winter. And it’s supposed to warm up for at least a week coming up. With above freezing night time temperatures and daytime temperatures flirting with sixty! As much as I am a devotee of summer, I have to admit that this year, fall is mellow and very pleasant. It’s as if New England is trying to make amends for what will follow.
We’ll be celebrating Princess Sack of Potatoes’ third birthday with a party here and it will be a very happy occasion. And then in two weeks there is Thanksgiving with all the grandkids coming here and that will be Camera Girl’s magnum opus for the year. Turkey and all the fixings and pies and traditional holiday movie selections. The March of the Wooden Soldiers, Gulliver’s Travels and I think I’ll start my annual Christmas Carol marathon. All wonderful things to make this a bright and happy time of the year.
And now I’ll admit my evil nature. The fact that Dementia Joe’s popularity has tanked and there is a good chance that his America demolishing legislation will stall out long enough to be finished off by the 2022 mid-terms has triggered a wonderful case of schadenfreude in me. I’m taking enormous joy in the misfortune of these reptiles. My whole attitude has improved and there’s a spring in my step that’s been missing since last year’s election fraud debacle.
I’ve found myself reading those articles in the Atlantic and Slate and even the New York Times where they try to make the case that Joe Biden is really much more popular than believed and that once they pass the “reconciliation” his poll numbers will skyrocket into the stratosphere. Of course, they don’t explain how exactly they’ll do that while two of their senators refuse to sign on to the absurd agenda that this bill represents. And they further state that the runaway inflation and broken supply chain aren’t things that Americans worry about. Apparently five-dollar gasoline isn’t a problem (when you work for the Atlantic) and anyone who says it is must be a liar and possibly an insurrectionist. As far as these writers are concerned if the economy isn’t good enough for these deplorables let them eat cake.
So poised for the Holidays the photog clan is looking forward to a jolly Thanksgiving and a merry Christmas. We will pay the exorbitant prices for food and drink and buy whatever presents are still available on the bare shelves of Walmart and Amazon. We’ll go into the new year with the hope that the Supreme Court will finally tell Dementia Joe that he can’t force us to take the vaccines or wear masks for the rest of our lives.
So, for this week at least I’m all optimism. How about you?
Update: 8:31 pm
So, tonight Camera Girl and I watched the season premiere (two hours!) of our favorite night-time soap, “Yellowstone.” It’s our secret shame. It’s a ridiculous hot mess almost totally devoid of any acting. But they do have some good country music on from time to time. Tonight the first hour ended with Colter Wall’s “Plain to See Plainsman.” So that did lessen the pain of watching Yellowstone so optimism still intact!