Good but ineffective intentions
I should stop confusing good intentions with effective actions. Today, I put the boat away. Actually, hung it on the wall, because it really is a very diminutive style of boat. And within the hour, I undid my actions, because the season isn’t over until… I’ll figure that out. Suffice that what I did, I can do again.
I wonder if my children realize that “living without fossil fuels” is not that extreme a lifestyle. After all, they grew up in a home heated by hydroelectricity. No dinosaurs there.
A decision is required. Should I get into a costume, for tomorrow? I mean, the number of visitors will likely be akin to other years. Count them on one set of fingers. And most people don’t recognize me; too out of context. So I can probably save the effort. If someone does show up, I can hide in the shadows, and send the dog out as my proxy. There. issue resolved.
We’re still safe from snow, but the forecast mentions “thundering lightning”. Or something like that. In fact, we’ve had more noisy precipitation this month than in the whole of the rest of the year. I’ll watch, and listen. Maybe I can say I saw the bolt, before it hit.
Among the peculiar things noted in the press; Montana is facing a licence plate shortage. The regular supplier (the prison system) can’t get any stock to work their magic, so now people will be forced to either go without or improvise. I can see it now. A huge uptick in elementary school art projects, hanging in the rear window of the local sedans.
