Gratitude
Grateful for 3 wonderful moonrises. Specifically the 2024 Hunter’s Supermoon.
It was time for chores today. I either had to wash or buy more undies. Some of my food stocks were running low. The orchids needed water and fertilizer. And the old bat needed a wee bit of aerobic exercise.
And this time next week, I should be getting ready to get on the Empire Builder, Amtrak Train 7, in Chicago, heading to Seattle. With Amtrak and especially the Empire Builder, anything can happen. Since I booked the trip back on September 11, the price has dropped by almost half. So, I got a sweet cash refund and a large credit. (Of course, now I will have to take another train trip.)
What? My tasteful shark-eating-swimmer earrings. I guess repairs are called for. The shark regurgitated the swimmer. The swimmer looks a lot like Donald the Demented. Well not fat enough.
I know Carlton, I know. The election of 1860 wasn’t so hot shit great either.
And Carlton, you know what happened after the election of 1860. It wasn’t great.