Dreaming on my mountaintop
This afternoon, the two lads from up the road came by. With their dog and their sleds. A little later, their mother posted a short video on social media, showing the lads flying (sic) away from my deck and across the field. About a half-kilometer run, I calculate. Until now, I didn’t realize that I lived at the top of a hill. I am the “king of my mountain”!
South of us (far, not a miserly half-kilometer run), the economy is also running downhill. Today’s Dow decline was around 3000 points which according to the news sites is equal to over 12% of total value. I am oblivious to such things, but this can’t be good. You see, this might be one of the worst days in financial history. Remember how we have heard nothing other than #MAGA for over three years? Guess it’s time to start/restart. Serious mess.
Our own government has declared a state of emergency, details to come later. Again, this can’t be good. I’m in self-isolation (nothing new for me), but if anyone asks, I’m just following directions. Earlier today, I had a conversation about the tourist trends for summer ’20. Short conversation. Agreement that this might not be the time to dream big.
Of course, there’ll always be the beach. I mean, if the tourists aren’t there, I can dress for the occasion. And perhaps fly a kite. Haven’t done that in years, because you need room to run. No tourists, no trip hazards. This might be a good time to shop for something really eye-catching!
