Musings

Venting

Why o why did they decide to install a rustable bolt in the middle of their logo? Money, sure, probably. But it sure looks tacky.

Compost artifact

This strawberry somehow went rogue on the way to the compost. Pretty, eh? Or: pretty interesting?

Numbered days

Arc de neon

Meet the Arc de Neon II. The original was broken by TreeFall I, so we’ve had Arc II for years.

Night sky in my pocket

I’m assuming the hardware contributes, but I suspect it’s the software in my phone-cam that makes the night sky look like this—stars! How does it capture starlight so clearly?

Side hustle

Our outdoor furniture is catching the down-raining leaves.

Oops (almost)

I nearly forgot to blog this evening. Guess why? [Nothing to say [especially about current events], in essence.]

I’m not sniffing THAT daisy

I’m thinking about the definition of democracy…then considering the destabilizing social discontent, the repeated unapologetic lying by squadrons of elected officials, and the rampant internet propagandizing…and I conclude that I don’t know where we’re going as a nation. Not that I have any political science chops or anything. 🤣

Regarding the title, I’m not sure that’s a daisy, and not a mum or an aster or some other botanical supporter of bumblebees.

One…two…three, now exhale

I saw this fading pot of mums and thought 50–50, 50–50 blooms and dried blooms (with plenty not quite either). Today is a nationwide 50–50, approximately, before the polls closed. After the count, it’ll be no longer 50–50, at least based on the electoral college (almost typed collage 🤣 ).

Label me nervous

I am edgy, worried, and tense. My blood pressure must be elevated. I’m going to Think Pink, and hope for increased calm.

∆t

I’m so glad that most of our devices are reset automatically. What I worry about is my body. This time 🤣 it was totally unexpected. I slept right to my “usual” wake-up time, which of course was an hour later. This nearly never happens.