Snap! It’s cold
Snap! That wind is cold. I’m really looking forward to mid-week, when this “cold snap” takes a break. Long enough to drive the big Green Machine indoors, and move the faithful flower pot away from the plow line. The deck furniture can wait (very weather resistant), and I rather enjoy the assistance provided by a thin layer of snow, going downhill. Soon. Oh, and don’t forget the BBQ. I don’t imagine I’ll do much grill time between now and spring, so it also deserves a warm and dry place to hibernate. I can’t imagine how all those folks in the south get by without the fun of fall.
Right now, I’m watching (in awe) as the kids plan where they’ll put their eventual cottages. No, not in my back yard. They want a place to get away without driving for a long day, and the first indications are for something near the river. Their lives. Unfair to saddle them with my expectations, right?
We might be in for a rail strike, later in the week. Not that it will be visible, locally, but deliveries will be derailed (I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist that one). Railroads are money making corporations, and paying better wages to the people that actually do the work runs against the rules. After all, a dollar saved is a dollar for dividends. I could be a socialist, so easily! The only wildcard for rail employees is how long they get to protest before the government of the day passes a law and ends the unrest. Remember, corporate money keeps the political machine operating.
