Temperature: November is already projected to be the warmest on record up here. Our neighbors, who own a summer cottage by one of the largest lakes with fish aplenty, said the dwindling catch is a fact. Some of the fish can’t and will not cope with the warming waters and loss of ice; they need cooler temps during the winter and have nowhere to go but tits up.
Eating: veggie stir-fry
Drinking: Would day drinking be okay, under the circumstances? This election is nerve-racking.
Watching: It's the 5th of November.
Every year? Seriously? Every year. Religiously. Traditions are important, beautiful and meaningful. Well, most are. Not all.
Listening: to my youngest practice something on his ukulele. You’d have to be heartless not to warm up to that, it’s simply one of the jolliest instruments, the humble ukulele.
Reading: The Good Ancestor by Roman Krznaric and The Greatest Knight by Elizabeth Chadwick. (After The Irish Princess, I couldn’t resist.)
Writing: Let’s play with a classic:
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
doused in a
blue wave
aside a green
new day
Thinking: Even if Biden wins, we’ll have to wait until December 14 and the electors’ formal vote. Even if Biden does win, Trump will have until January to protest a fair, orderly and peaceful election. And even if Biden is inaugurated on January 20, it will take more than four years to bridge the great American divide.
Feeling: Why can’t we all just get along?
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