The weather forecast today, as indicated by the Yahoo weather app on my phone, is a series of horizontal lines. That indicates wind. Big wind. Wreck-of-the-Edmund-Fitzgerald windy. Four-to-six-foot-waves windy. Windy, I tell you. (I tried to embed some Gordon Lightfoot music for the occasion, but the stupid code didn’t work. I have better things to do than flyspeck HTML. Or PHP. Or whatever it is. Just hum along in your head: The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down, of the big lake they call Gitche-gumee…) I’m just grateful we’re not pulling the boat today. Here are the forces at work, if you like:
Me, I have another stuck-inside-all-day on tap, but I’m going to try to get outside for at least a while. Maybe get hit by some flying branches.
Which may be preferable to being a MoveOn.org supporter in Kentucky these days. Good lord, what is wrong with people? I already see a cultural divide between even the description of this event was — lefties are calling it a “stomping,” with right-wing blogs favoring “stepping.” I call it aggravated stepping, and that stupid geezer and his stupid friends ought to be charged; that is simply beyond the pale. Is this what it’s come to? Is this how the teabaggers take their country back?
By the way, there was more than one camera at that event, and one got clear images of one of the assailants. I expect he’ll skate, too — him and his “don’t tread on me” button, that is. Ha ha.
The more I watch that video, the more irritable I get, and I need to go pick up Alan at the Subaru shop. Let’s all take a happy pill and look at some snapshots from Basset’s housewarming, with some before shots thrown in to get a sense of the scope. I envy his first-floor laundry.