…from the hibernation station, 2021. With the moon full and two days to go to year’s end
[or maybe the year’s last full moon, not shown, should be year’s end?] I figured enough’s been said and ruminated over about the period just ending that I don’t need to add my puny
‘pinions to the mix. We continued our chilly sunny dog-appointed and other rounds all the way
to December 31, morning,
afternoon
and evening.
Then what? Early to bed with chills and stomach cramps [not shown]…a person can’t even get a little winter cold anymore without thinking they’re gonna DIE. As a result, no celebratory pics from the first day of January 2021, a year for which, being O-negative in both blood and
personality I don’t hold out as much hope as much of the media…but hopefully I’ll be wrong
and everything
will be just rosy. Meanwhile an unpredicted Wet descended upon us, discouraging the inaugural 2021 bikeride down to the jetty but definitely encouraging entropy unto the uncovered
’45 as Christmas decorations, as per Traditions, began to come down come the New Year, though some of the lights remained. Twinkle twinkle, a hey hey.
The other question, in terms of things coming down, is how Demockeracy vs. Trump will play out over the next week as more and more of the Followers fall into lockstep behind the Leader’s delusions…gee, we now even have Ted Cruz up there leading the pack. Remember back when his now-buddy accused his daddy of being part of the Plot that Killed Kennedy?* Being a Miami Cuban that might not be that far off…the Donald’s said a few other things, like “it’s all rigged, folks” that sometimes strangely resonate. And sometimes, like now, don’t work out for him after all. “January sixth, see you in DC” tweets the twit…for what, exactly?
Like, ok, in the new year we’re gonna suddenly turn a corner and the close to half the population behind the guys dedicated to tearing this country, or what I grew up naively believing this country was, apart are magically going to shut up and fade away now that they lost an election and a few dozen court battles? I’ll respectfully try to believe it when I see it.
Oh yeah…
*actually he said that about the much more reasonable Marco Rubio; Cruz is a Good Texas Trumpist…until the time comes to stick the Trumpster in the dumpster.
Agree agree, but sometimes, as in raising children, paying less attention to bad behavior is the best antidote. There is so much to be done, Focus on where your skills apply. Like your precision photographs of the every day that are so illuminating.
Happy New Year, and keep on truckin’…
they haven’t thrown Berlusconi in the raps either
often it’s not even ludicrous
Hope your cold has dissipated!
We don’t go running to the doctor these days even as the list of complaints gets longer.
I agree with Paul. Your beautiful photos make Sunday bright.
Yes, T. has chosen the 6th, only three days away now, for his own Custer’s Last Stand and his proud boys and his base have been alerted to attend. But then I figured out how our country really works going to high school in Twin Falls Idaho. Even the weather in Benicia and your calm sad photos add to a sense of waiting.
And so we wait (a few more days) for the delayed transition and hopefully the END of 2020 and it’s toxic OrangeMenace. Keep on hanging in there, Bro’, and DON’T DIE; I’m too attached to getting your blogs and photos! My favs in this batch are the first one (solitary pole tenuously holding up the landscape; just like the American predicament), the yellow boat, ’45’s windshield & hood and the last one (ripples and grey).
I hope you’re on your feet and feeling better! Stay safe (and far away from Washington DC ). What a ride!
I will be sort of surprised if Trump shows up on the 6th.
Happy New Year, Mike.
Hope you are recovered from that little cold.
We are so very reclusive here that the thought of driving around seems radical and daring.
The suspense about Georgia is so intense!
hugs, XXOO, Sandy