Musings

Yard art

Planter woes

Am I wrong to guess that this homeowner, who has a pair of planters flanking the walkway leading from the sidewalk to the porch, and both have this crunchy beige “vegetation”…am I wrong 🤪 to think they’re specially planned Halloween decorations? 🤣

Out the windshield

We saw (not heard) so many diverse views today. I have managed to pick two images; they are not representative. Look at this soupy fog in the valleys when we began our drive in the Appalachians.

I didn’t expect anything like this display at the state-line welcome center where we entered Tennessee. The message (perhaps): watch out for ghosts, dolls, and pumpkins!

Diving into fiction

Yeah, this is a Hulu promo image. Yeah, we’re happily watching OMITB (again). Cute pig. Look for Paul Rudd with a super-heavy Irish-accent (and tweed flat cap).

Look out!

Most recent binge-watch: “La Grande Maison Tokyo” (fiction). Tonight’s binge selection: “Lost Treasures of Rome” (science/NatGeo).

Good luck with the fine print

Gravity is a dependable engineering principle. Oh, wait. Apparently it’s not a force, but a curvature of spacetime. Yikes.

Future-casting

I’m wondering how many fly traps are deployed in the debate arena.

Hybridized creatures

Cherubim evolution shifted from earlier sphinx/lion/bull (ish) figures with eagle wings to the winged chubby babies of Christian imagery—like these. That’s sure a softening.

Outside money

Bumblebee

My NIL is nil. Well (duh), I’m not a college sports figure, so of course it’s nil.

This topic and the terminology springs from reading Joe Drape’s and Allison McCann’s article “In College Sports’ Big Money Era, Here’s Where the Dollars Go” in the NYTimes, dated 31, Aug—although I just found it today. BTW, NIL stands for name, image and likeness, if the acronym isn’t in your everyday vocab.

Different me

Today I’m opting to shift my time-space. This flower photo is from a year ago, and was taken in the UP.

This notion builds from today’s news from Winder and Ukraine, the Mideast, etc., and from finishing “The Midnight Library” by Matt Haig (2020).

Dog days TV

We’re currently binging “L‘Agence,” with the much longer English title “The Parisian Agency: Exclusive Properties,” about a family of real estate agents based in Paris. Truth, not fiction. The family is charming (mostly); the views are lovely; the French is sometimes oddly translated in the subtitles; and the properties are wayyyyy out of our price range. The most interesting character, IMHO, is the grandmother, Majo.

Oh, and the photo? Nothing to do with Paris, and not a UFO.