Teh Squeaky Wheel
"I see another “bombshell” “game-changer” “pivotal moment” “changes everything” “Trump is done” moment has occurred courtesy of John Bolton. Odd, the timing of this, but there you go."
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
It’s another beautiful day in paradise, but we’re back to shirt-sleeve weather.
(Reacting to thread pic)
Good morning GN! Hai, Paddy!
Still in teh 30s here, but we’re headed to a sweltering 47…yay! (Might even see some sun.)
The cat in the thread pic is obviously a product of the California public school system.
Like Paddy noted, back to tee shirt weather out here--might even hit 80 this afternoon.
In today’s politics one can be anything one wants to call oneself, physical reality be damned. A lily white Senator with white ancestors can be an American Indian, a man who has male organs and has fathered twelve children can be a girl and share restroom and locker facilities with your twelve year old daughter, a man can declare himself an immigrant to get affirmative action help and them be a natural born American when running for President Certainly a cat can decide to be a wolf and you might be some kind of bigot to question it, depending on your political affiliation..
Bigot indeed. Raises hand.
Glad I came across this today--worth a read--both Vanderboegh’s post and the original that inspired it.
“Is this not why we struggle, why we even care, to try to preserve the Founders’ Republic and a way of life that is in mortal peril? What we love is on the line. But no matter the outcome, we are required to stand — by our God and the principles we espouse and, most especially, by all we hold dear.”
We finished off what was left to do on the front gate -- the lights/flag poles.
I’ll bet we set a record getting those up yesterday in the wind and the cold -- usually we have a spare flag or two in the house, but not yesterday. So we ran into town and got new ones. Whichever ended up in whose hands is the side it went up on.
The lighting turned out PERFECT. They’re yellow LEDs on a sensor -- just enough to light the flags and *just* the front of the drive -- the glow doesn’t extend into the street.
We’re both pace-y is I guess the best way to explain today’s activities, getting ready for tomorrow’s surgery. We’ve got a bag packed with meds, shirts, sweats, and a jacket. He could come out of there freezing (likely) or not. At least it’s supposed to be a nice(r) day tomorrow.
I still need to throw a blanket and a pillow in the back of my car.
The wood’s all stacked so we can probably make it through Christmas week without having to refill it (it’s supposed to be in the 20s).
We’ll both be up at ~4am -- we need to be at the hospital at 6:30 -- which, of course, doesn’t mean that’s when the ball will get rolling. We both just hope it’s sooner rather than later.
I know he’ll sleep tonight, me, on the other hand -- my head will probably keep me awake. At least *I* can have coffee in the morning, and worst case scenario, there’s always five-hour energy.
I’ll keep y’all posted during the day.
Thoughts and prayers for both of you, X.
It just wouldn’t be Sunday if I didnt have a chance to say that the Raiders really really really suck.
I’ll be watching and thinking of you both, Tex.