Musings

We voted

We did our civic duty, and stood in line to early-vote. Along with many neighbors. Not all regular voting locations are open, and voters can go to any open location. This is a calculated strategy to make it more difficult to early-vote by bunching up those who elect to early vote. This strategy was crafted by anti-civic A_holes elected by not-me.

Despite the difficulties, I understand that early voting numbers are very high. Yay!

Our location is easy to get to from the city’s business district, and it is often shown on the news, including national and international stories.

We ended up discovering that we had a common friend with the fellow in line behind us…voting is a way to meet a neighbor, it turns out. After all, we were in line for 110 minutes until we cast our ballot.

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?

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.

Finesse

I did not pose those leaves. MaNachur’s fine aim that gently deposited leaves on that railing. Gravity is powerful. Aesthetically guided gravity is even more impressive.

Also, I finished “West with Giraffes” (by Lynda Rutledge, 2021) today, a LOL read, and that is not commonly a comment of mine. Recommended.

Grindstone in background

I don’t hear about voters on the fence, which seemed like a standard phrase back about a generation. This fence has no voters.

Reporting anthropology

First tricker-treaters: 5:15. Not dark at all.

When I was a kid, I remember taking the after-dark part seriously. I wanted it to be dark. Lack of light adds to the scariness, you know. That and long shadows…perhaps in motion. Eek.

Last trickers: same pair at 5:15.

Conclusion: we get the leftover candy. Reeses cups. Yay.

Scared?

After I returned from a short-ish walk, JCB asked me how many election signs I saw. Hmmm. None that I noticed, but many, many Halloween decorations. I thought this was the most creative, especially from this angle.

Un-shrine

Not a shrine

Does this look like a shrine? It is not meant to be a shrine. It did not begin as a shrine.

Also: when was the last time you saw a boom-box in action?

Beautiful autumn day, with some outdoor chores, and a fine evening meal. Lucky us.

Also: news from the garden across the road…we have moved past the fence electrification season. This means the critters can access the maize and whatever they crave, without getting a buzz on.

Troll-landia, briefly

We attended a VIC (Very Important Celebration) south of The Bridge this evening. We did not anticipate crossing it with 1300, yes: thirteen-hundred, tractors, dating from the 50s through the 70s mostly (I’d guess). So glad they were northbound when we were southbound. I don’t know how long the line they made was but it was longer than The Bridge by a considerable distance. The toll lady when we returned northbound (after dark and after tractors) said they prepaid to cross with their event registration, so they were waved through the toll booth without needing to stop.

And (not shown): which plants

Is this not an exceptional representation of the concept of alternatives, of options, of possibilities and choices. Which spigot? Which hose? Which color?