An important day; required me to find a pencil, and then leave the house for a few minutes. Yes! I voted! Bringing my own marking stick was a nod to the strange times we live in, because historically the booth would contain several cheap pencils. Now, we can’t afford to disinfect them.
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At the age of six, most of us had the world figured out. We knew we could ride a horse (despite never having actually done so). We had the running of a steam locomotive as part of our skill sets (despite never having actually even seen one). And we could handle all firearms. All of them. Again, despite never having seen anything other than a single shot .22 rifle.
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This time around, I wasn’t running late. You see, I got up, decided that my genny oil change had to happen. Soon. Today, soon.
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The final weekend before the great popularity test. Between now and Monday night, not much real business takes place, although I should receive another dozen or more donation requests in my email. And I’m certain there will be a few more moments to meet and greet (not at my door, mind you; I’m in a bit of a hidden corner of the world when it comes down to political face-to-face).
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How did people exist (musically) before YouTube? I’m old enough to remember how grim things were.
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What, exactly, does a national election campaign cost? I keep seeing large numbers, but they’re never itemized. Not a good sign, in a world that accounts for every penny.
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Maybe the summer will carry on indefinitely, but I highly doubt that. In anticipation of the net season, today I cleaned the two feeders for our “sugar vultures” aka hummingbirds. Are they off to warmer places? Unsure, but I think they, too, understand that the seasons are changing. We’re into frost warnings, and that’s a sign that the frozen syrup won’t attract much, going forward. If the birds get desperate, they can hover by a window, and I’ll come to their rescue.
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When is a house a home? In my case, when I’m in it (mine). We spent a good part of the day heading home, after packing up and leaving our campsite on the river bank. Sort of a non-stop trip, with only the requisite refuel and coffee-purchase halts. All the way to the bridge.
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Now that we’ve made our way through the maze to the van-camp several times, it seems so simple. At least, that’s my summation, as we headed for the big bridge. However, I can’t tell you how to get there; I suspect that this is a route in constant flux. My best advice: ask your version of Siri, and see where it takes you. Can’t hurt too much.
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Some days, like this one, prove why schedules are an asset. We got up and set off in search of a dump station (best that we empty before the full point). With construction reroutings, it took much longer than usual to align ourselves with that magic hole in the ground. But, we did, buying a few more days of “mobile home away from home”. And with that pesky detail out of the way, we went to find a genuine “gargantua breakfast”.
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