I’m up to here with politics. There’s a reason I loath the entire industry (and it is an INDUSTRY, a money-making enterprise, don’t ever forget that.) This year exemplifies it with a row of neon exclamation points. Given the downward spiral we’re witnessing, I’m struggling to keep separate the election itself, and the atrocities that…
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C’est Fini
I’m not going to dwell forever on the outcome of the election. Anyone with an operable brain cell can foresee the fallout, and the rest will deny it ever happened, even when nuclear war is lighting up the skies directly overhead. America voted, and America gets to deal with it. I mourn for my grandchildren,…
Like Father, Like Son
I had the pleasure of hosting my husband’s family from Europe this week. It was chaotic here because we’re still moving, plus my body decided to kick my ass (more about that later), but still worth it. Hubby’s sister is older than he is by nearly a decade, but she’s shy and retiring, in contrast…
I’m Not Saying It’s Curtains, But It’s Curtains
Since I think everyone who reads here is also on my Facebook friends’ list, you already know I spent a good chunk of the past couple of weeks sidelined by a broken-down vehicle. I’d gone to pick my daughter up from work (an 80-mile round trip) and at the far end of things, the clutch…
When It Rains, I’m Out Of Salt
Yes, I know this title is a non sequitur. Don’t care. It’s been one of those nothing-makes-sense kinds of weeks anyway. The place is moving along at a better clip. Still slow, but better. Once the floors are in, the only thing remaining before move-in is baseboards. In theory those should go quickly, but theories…