Musings

Gauging ambiance

Things are looking up. We made it to season five, the current one, of “Yellowstone.”

Also, we are lucky that there’s no Great Lake Effect here. It’s just cold—the local version of cold, something like 20° below normal for today’s high.

Me, I’m sleeping under a down quilt tonight.

Location, location, location

We continue binging on “Yellowstone,” a series that is a five-star lesson in corruption and how the wealthy bend the world to their selfish desires. Here: the lady governor and John Dutton; Dutton is set up in Season 4 (where we have reached) to run to succeed her.

BTW, this version is pinker than any Montana we have ever seen. And, the ranch they use for the filming for the Dutton home is indeed in Montana, although many other locations are in Utah. TMI?

Minor device mystery

I’m mystified how my iPad, my ancient iPad and night-time reading device (black background, very light siena letters), which spends all its time (except when I rarely download new reading material) in Airport mode, manages to find out when there are software updates available.

My hypothesis is that Airport mode is not a total lockdown, despite indications to the contrary.

The baseline

I spend some intellectual energy now and then on “political economy.” With whatever sense of a lens I have from that, I think DT is running again because it’s the best business model he’s happened upon in the last decade, the model most likely to line his own pockets and pick up his personal expenses. Sure, there’s an ego component, but IMHO it’s about money. Money. And money.

I am fine

Courage

I have decided that I don’t want to know the politics behind funding this text put into the floor in…get this…the landing of a staircase. Not in the lobby floor, or even one of the broad hallways. In the floor of a landing. So, the money was spent…on a place that most people never see because they use the elevator.

This was in a cancer center of a major research and treatment facility. I was there for breast imaging that confirmed that I am fine, and the irregularity noticed previously is what happens with real tissue and real conservative diagnostics. Lucky me.

Not quite au courant

For some reason, late Sunday afternoon we began binge-watching “Yellowstone” from the beginning. We got into the second season tonight. Too much blood; not enough snow, is what I’m thinking.

That’s neither snow nor ice, just shower steam.

Leaves persist

Lotsa Nicole wind did bring down lotsa leaves, yet look how many green beauties remain above.

Time travel

Three years ago was before Covid-19 (at least here), and I found this beast. My day this year, in 2022, was dull, perhaps stifled by my Friday shot. It has certainly made my arm sore. Whine. But I am okay.

And dark chocolate, too

Blew me away. Organic? Certainly an oxymoron. And a great distraction immediately after getting our New & Improved™ Covid shot/booster (not sure which; it’s the most recent release).

Also, nope, we didn’t buy and try New & Improved™ Reeeseees.

Looking ahead

Hearing that we were to have a rain band arrive this afternoon, I figured I should move some leaves before the moisture weighed them down. In the process, I found these daffodils have already shot up, although they are rather flimsy and insubstantial. After all, it is NOT yet spring. I doubt if they’ll send up buds….

With the bands came wind, and the worst of it will pass by during the dark hours. I expect it’ll wake me up more than once. Yawn (already).