“Donald Trump”* appointed the truly odious Stephen Miller his Chief of Staff…what’s up

with that, me hearties?  The grey grey men behind the…Ugly Spirits, all busily doing the Huang Dang Doodle Canoodle into the[ir] sunset…we hope.  Meanwhile we here

had the weakened edition of a weekend, nice to recover nonetheless,

happy in our little town, sun coming through Sunday’s early fog,

oversized dogs getting sliced down to size at lunch

and an afternoon chat with my brother, yard times, then later out the back

for fajitas, eaten in the library while we contemplated Peruvian lacework brought by the same brother from South America many lifetimes ago – 1974 – as the quiet times wound down…

Monday being of course another of those straight out of bed-to-breakfast-and-away, away to

drop the distributor at the SL Werke Shop, then over to V-Town for tortillas and Doble Fibra

for L. before my very own wait for the doctor in Monday’s chaotic Kaiser [all the more so as

a fire drill earlier that morning threw everything and one into disarray] during which I perused

this obviously hideously expensive [not to mention hideous] mirror-clad single wide Airbnb sent my way by Stephen and was on my way home, somewhat reassured with albeit still painful feet and knees, in time for a latish lunch, distracted afternoon of miscellany

and the usual mild exercising as the light faded…here and in Kazakstan [thanks to Instagram].

The next day Castro made his semi-annual visit to remove several tons of yard detritus and

Radical Overgrowth from the back “garden” and cart it away in his van…while in the interior,

well, ya gotta start somewhere, somehow, so I tried.

In the library Ayahuasca Dog and DMT Dog did whatever they do as I awaited word from the SL Werke Shop as to what more [in a cascade of mishaps – fuel/spark/watered fuel affecting all of it] the ’45 needs in addition to a new clutch…word trickled in after hours, but no word

Wednesday, Veterans’s Day when Bryan, in Vallejo to have his windows tinted, took the actual

dogs on an adventure from which they returned with the tiny ticks that apparently in addition to carrying Lyme disease thrive here in all seasons.  Particularly

November…Thursday was quiet; not a peep out of the truck [which I’m fearing may be suffering from a failing timing chain] though there was one of those trips to Safeway which ended up

again stuck in the Special Needs line but an otherwise uneventful day with hints that

Weather might soon be coming…El Niño’s warm storms…well we’ll see.

 

*DT is not, as is glaringly obvious, the sole person behind this sorry mess, really, although he IS a truly sorry mess in his own right and his tantrums as last week’s truly historic defeats sank in are looking to be increasingly dangerous. But then aren’t they all.