Anchor Struck

It’s sunny enough on the farm today to leave the patio door open so the dogs can get to the backyard to bark at enemies real and imagined. I just gave up on a U.S. Congressional hearing because, as usual, it was just grandstanding on both sides. And this particular episode featured Trump’s major spreader of whale shit, Pam Bondi.

Aging Orange’s current losing streak is heartening, but any engagement with him is a marathon. so I’m not getting overly hopeful or discouraged. My attention is on the weather, although I don’t get too worried about that, either. We’re having a greatly appreciated mild winter so far. Only 10 cm (4″) of snow so far, with virtually none predicted. We have hit 10 degrees C./50 F. several times and our lowest temp in recent months was -4 C./25 F.

Jude and I are enjoying the Olympics. We record it through the day and zap through it at night. Enough with the figure skating, please. Let’s get to the snowboarding. As we watch, we talk about spring projects. We’re gathering the energy to sort through the accumulation of stuff we’ve collected over our 20+ years here. We need to decide what to do with the farm since we can attract no family up here, despite Trump’s antics. We’re open to suggestions.