I remain uninvolved, apparently
Based on the local news page, nothing involving me happened recently.
I suspected as much; staying close to home and obeying the multitude of statutes that control (my) life comes with benefits. No intervention by the authorities. No fear of impending doom. Just a simple life, where I have to go a long way back in the newspaper archives to find my own name. That’s a good thing.
Now, I can’t celebrate. I keep my “head down” as people used to say. If you even know me, we might be related. Not much of interest to historians.
Outside, we’re still enjoying double-digit days. Even the grass continues to show its colour. I haven’t been down the hill to count the crab apples, and the number of birds is holding firm. Another year without a sighting of a cardinal around the feeders. (That’s my way of saying that the rare ones are still rare).
In the news, the announcement of a new restaurant opening in the city. Wait; do people still go out to eat?. It seems like something from a bygone era. I mean, I don’t do that sort of thing any more. My home has a working kitchen, and we can still buy food locally. I mention that, because one of my online survey sites continues to question how much of my food is purchased online. Not much, OK. My coffee is the real exception, and if I could source that locally (consistently), the days of making space for an armful of bean bags would be a footnote in my family history.
