I am not sure what the signficance might be, but I cannot get the Talking Heads song, Stay Up Late out of my head this morning. And that's a hard song to wake up to, with that insidious chorus, "Cute, cute. Little baby. Little pee-pee. Little toes." Maybe those words remind me of Mitt Romney, although I promise I will neither discuss nor reference Romney's putative boy bits. Maybe it's because folks will BE staying up late tonight. M and I have considered a media black-out today, just wake up in the morning and see the cleared smoke.
November 10, 2012
|Cooder trying out the snow on the deck. She didn't get far.|
I am a bit sorry to have missed the process of the Romney campaign having a veritable come-to-Jesus experience and realizing that wishful thinking and denial do not get you relocated to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. My mom said it was interesting to watch how quiet they all were. All out of bombast, were they? She said it was if they were thoughtfully digesting their loss.
|The meeting of the seasons.|
I could go on but I should do the carpe diem thing and head to the farmer's market. Only one week left and it closes down for the season. Boo-hoo.
|The reservoir/bike path after the snow.|