Tuesday, 8 November 2022
Somehow, an anole got into our bathroom. I managed to herd (I use that word loosely; anoles not only run, but hop and jump) the anole into this bucket. Then, I took the bucket to the balcony and let it go.
I decided not to think about how it got into the bathroom. Total mystery.
I’m also trying not to think too much about the early returns on today’s vote. Also rather a mystery.
Monday, 7 November 2022
This is a ho-hum photo of commercial decorative art, yet somehow it catches the eye. Still: it’s ho-hum also.
On a personal note: trying to stay calm in advance of tomorrow’s voting.
Sunday, 6 November 2022
Despite the color to these leaves, at night, moonlit, they look rather like snow might have accumulated, when my brain is sleepy.
Saturday, 5 November 2022
I found this on social media, proof that the Grace is back on the water. She is the yacht we explored the Galápagos Islands on, and something like three weeks after our trip, she was headed to Guayaquil, a mainland port, to get new engines and other work. Glad to know she’s sea-worthy again.
Friday, 4 November 2022
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.
Thursday, 3 November 2022
If I go down the front steps, I go by this healthy stand of herbaceousness. By typical North American yard maintenance philosophies and techniques, it should have been pulled and composted long ago. I’d better get going!
Wednesday, 2 November 2022
I don’t hear about voters on the fence, which seemed like a standard phrase back about a generation. This fence has no voters.
Tuesday, 1 November 2022
We decided to early vote today. We cruised our polling place aka our library branch, and the line was short, perhaps five people waiting to get their IDs accepted. Thus, we only had a few minutes to watch—and hear—the acorn rain from these oaks along the back edge of the property, as we stood outside.
Monday, 31 October 2022
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.
Saturday, 29 October 2022
We played hooky from our responsibilities and chores, and went leaf peeping. Here’s the view to the piedmont as we climbed into the mountains…many leaves intact, some green, some not.
We looped around through the mountains and stopped at a cemetery on Angel Drive. Touching address. Dramatic, colorful plastic flowers on most graves. Abundant fluffy leaves.
We climbed up to Winding Stair Gap. Fewer leaves at elevation. Beautiful and sunny. This was the highest we got.