Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Getting there.

I spent about 3 or 4 hours on the wood floor yesterday. I’ve got less than a third to go. But first, I need to deal with some pesky glue that’s still on the floor (from the previous owner) that I now realize will make laying more boards a problem.

Running a bit late this morning, so I’ll make this Monday post brief.

I don’t have the mental energy at the moment to address what happened yesterday at Walter Reed, except to say he’s already mentally ill and the side effects of the steroid that he’s being given are well known. That particular cocktail is making him more manic, deluded, and restless than ever. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He is a danger to the country; now, more than ever. Hello, 25th Amendment.

I’m so tired of being emotionally abused by this sack of skin. We have been abused for over 4 years now. We couldn’t even have two full days of him being hospitalized and quiet so we could get a damn break from his insanity. I look forward to the day that we never have to hear from him again.

Vote him out.

We can’t vote until the end of October and believe me, I am counting the days.

Also: All those who comment in support of OM will be blocked. I wouldn’t invite you inside my house and you are not welcome here on the blog. (Just blocked someone.)

Hang in there, my friends.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

Another foggy morning. At one point, I looked out the window at the fog and then heard the honking of three Canada geese I could see flying overhead. It was lovely.

I plan on a somewhat lazy Sunday. Oh, I’ll wash the bedding and work on the dollhouse. But I’m going to take it mentally easy. Yesterday I was glued to Twitter because I was fascinated by the discrepancies in various statements about OM’s health. I was also, along with seemingly everyone else, trying to put together a timeline as to when OM knew he was positive. I hope this is wrong, but it increasingly appears that he knew something by the night of the debate. He arrived too late for the required COVID test and was held to the “Honor system.” That’s rich: the man who has no honor. This is just speculation on my part, but it’s also speculation by a lot of people I respect. Hopefully, I’m wrong. More will be revealed. It always is.

Anyway, that’s where I was yesterday. And that was fine. But today is for resting, reading, and laying more of the wood floor in the dollhouse.

I’m starting Robert Galbraith’s (J.K. Rowling) Troubled Blood. Ahem…it’s 927 pages long. Okay! I’ve read every book in this series and I love the protagonist, Cormoran Strike. So I’m in. I loved The Library Book  by Susan Orlean. It’s a fascinating history of the Los Angeles Public Library and the fire that all but destroyed the main library in the 1980s. Along the way, Orlean touches on the history of libraries all over the world, the mystery surrounding the fire, and on librarians themselves. It’s a great read and I recommend it highly.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

This maple is behind the house. Isn’t it glorious?

It’s colder now and I suspect our warmish fall temperatures are gone. Today is sunny and beautiful, so I can’t complain.

Both of us were tired yesterday, having stayed up way too late on Thursday night. So we took it easy, but we did do some exploration on the property, trying to find the pipes that mark the property line. We have a new neighbor moving in to the south of us. Our elderly neighbors that lived there previously have moved south to be with their children. Anyway, this guy stopped by the other day and wanted to post no trespassing signs on his property (due to the people from the large campground nearby that trespass on his property.) He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t putting anything intrusive up that we’d see from our property.

That set us off on a bit of an exploration, but I think it will be better to wait until early winter when a lot of the vegetation is gone. One pipe has always been clear; it’s between our property and our neighbor’s to the north. Don found the pipe that’s at the other corner and I’m happy to say that the old stone foundation there is on our property. I always thought it might be our neighbor’s. I love that foundation. Anyway, it was fun. The remaining pipes are at the back of the property and some of that is overgrown, so, again, we’ll wait until winter. I hope this made sense! (I also found the surveyor’s drawing of the property after digging through the drawer that holds all the house/mortgage stuff.)

We’ve been keeping track of the news. I watched Nicole Wallace and Rachel yesterday. The reckless behavior, the arrogance of not wearing a mask and the flaunting of that choice, the decision to gather people together outdoors in order to celebrate the hurried nomination (during the middle of an election process that has already begun) of someone unqualified for the Supreme Court; those attendees jammed together with no social distancing and the vast majority not wearing masks – all of it carries a cost. And we’re seeing it. I’m not sure I believe this is karma. Rather, I believe these are direct consequences of willful ignorance and arrogance, of deliberately misinforming the public, of worrying more about a campaign than about lives. The list of those who have tested positive after attending the event in the Rose Garden is getting longer by the minute. None of that had to happen. They have endangered the employees of the White House, the Secret Service, every attendee at a rally, family, friends, supporters.

Not to mention the millions of people who can’t be rushed to Walter Reed, who don’t have the resources to be treated, who are facing the real possibility of losing their health insurance if this woman is confirmed, all those who died alone without the presence of a loved one, all those who, for whatever reason, believed him when he said the virus was nothing to worry about and proceeded to act accordingly.

So yes, I guess you could say it’s a karmic payback, but it’s really a direct result of their actions.

It’s terribly sad and enraging at the same time.

Stay safe.