Whew! Milton has come and gone. Beautiful and billowy white on top. Pure hell underneath. Like a hurricane, you might say. With a hundred little hurricane wannabes (tornadoes) spinning on the outskirts and showing the Floridians just what Nebraska has been talking about.
Milton sounds more like a middle school principal than a hurricane (apologies to all middle school principals), but I bet he's a mean one. Good luck escaping detention!
So do I.
I know folks in my cohort who relish the phrase, “Power to the People.” I used to ask them, “Which people?” Seems they assumed that “the people” were all like us. But I have friends in low places. Hillary thought the basket of deplorables, to be very small. But TFG ate them like candy. He still is
I always thought there should have been an episode with a herd of walkers all dressed in tie dye because they had been at a show when they all got bit.
This damned election reminds me of pregnancy. The last four weeks are interminable!
Once again I miss the flashback quiz (NYT) by one. Mumbles to self: Confucius dates are 500 BCE, Confucius dates are 500 BCE. I thought him a little more modern. Not much, but a little. Aaaargh!
Many of my friends here are Tolkien fans, and will understand when I say that I hear TFG and JD pronouncements as if they were said or written in Black Speech.
It's October, and we have a bevy of surprises: Hurricanes in the mountains, Iran and Israel striding across the Middle East toward each other, gun hands at the ready, and the only open ports in the US are on the West Coast. Oh my!