Musings

Cut flowers are usually shipped miles, often by air. Also, they are often irrigated, including if grown in a hot-house (or similar). Thus, cut flowers are not-green green…and essentially represent a transfer of water from one part of the world to another…where they are thrown out, or sometimes composted (probably with chemicals (herbicides?) on them).

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Back in 1902, officials opened a penitentiary south of Atlanta, and now amidst neighborhoods and other development. The property was centered on a secure, walled facility for the inmates, and had several nearby buildings, including homes. Here’s one, long unoccupied. What a weird thing to be a kid growing up here.

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I present (household) infrastructure in recognition of today’s early-voting (very institutional, and supporting of infrastructure). Runoff election: one person/office. I think there were eight officials ready to check us in, and more by the voting booths/ballot machines…and no other voters besides the two of us.

As I moved along, I discussed T-giving plans and cooking obligations with the ladies. I thought the best story was from the voting machine attendant who said she had seven sisters and they were doing everything but the institutional-sized container of mac-cheese she was making/bringing.

LSS = long story short (intended sarcastically)

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The word history traces back to the Greek, where its meaning required investigation/inquiry and research; it wasn’t merely story telling. History also has a context (social, cultural, temporal, etc.), and, sometimes, good luck figuring that out.

Apologies for the two-day delay in posting….

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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.

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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.

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

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I’m working hard, inside my head, to create a Halloween costume to go with these dragon fruit. Rrrrrr.

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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? 🤣

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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!

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