fallen heros

 Who are your heros? I don’t generally think of people as being heros, but instead those that I admire. I’ll try to dig up a short list:  Neil Degrass Tyson and Brian Greene - I love that they’ve brought the wonder of science to the layman; I admire Anderson Cooper, he was born into privilege but has spent his life as a reporter; Jane Goodal has contributed so much; I love Alice Munro as a writer; I greatly admire Obama. 

What happens when you find out that someone you held above others has divergent views and supports a point of view that is polar opposite to yours. Can they remain heros, or are they dethroned?

You could ask Carm these questions as today his golf hero, Jack Nickalas, has shown himself to be a supporter of racism and bigotry. He’s in support of a president that has been doing everything in his power to ruin the country with his approach to Covid (among other things). As Carm just said to me “he’s dead to me”... 

I thought highly about one of the ‘talking heads’ on CNN but then recently he did a really stupid thing on a zoom call. I felt let down and angry that he could be so dumb.

Trump has totally gone off the rails now. What will happen if he loses? Will he further trash the country in his 2 months before inauguration?

"The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.”

~William Morris

running with scissors

 I couldn’t help it… with a pair of  sharp scissors in my hand I chopped at my hair until the floor around me was littered with grey/blond hair… well, not quite, but I did snip some of the hair at the back of my head. I don’t think it’s noticeable (or at least Carm said it wasn’t) but it feels a tiny bit better.

Adia had a mani/pedi with no polish this afternoon. The grooming studio is great and makes a traumatic event easier. She was pretty good and actually took a few treats which is a first. She’s usually too scared to eat which says a lot as she is a giant chow hound. I had a few minutes when we first got there to practice some of her skills outside before they were ready for her which I think calmed her down and focused her. This summer I missed a huge opportunity to work in an environment with more distractions when we were at Kirsten’s.

I’ve had a few days to think of anything else that I might need from the camper but have been drawing a blank so took the final winterizing step and closed the slides. So that’s it until spring (except for checking for mice of course). I surreptitiously count the months to go on my fingers but the number is too big to comprehend, well, not comprehend but believe. Six months… six months… six months. It’s going to be a long winter.

But wait! It’s going to be an awesome winter and I’m going to find something great each and every day. I will play my favorite dance songs and spin around the living room in joy. I will make good food and drink nice wine. I’ll be good to my honey and run with the dogs. I’ll give Grace her favorite treats.

The actifry got a workout tonight. Sweet potato, brussels sprouts, zucchini, red pepper, red onion all roasted together then tossed with sun-dried tomatoes, kalamata olives, feta, spinach and rosemary. Yum. And on the side some roasted shazam peppers. 

"Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.”

~Lucy Maud Montgomery

Oowatanite

 There was a dusting of snow this morning, or so I was told as I hadn't quite finished my 12 hour nap. By the afternoon it was 10C so we took a drive, stopping at liquidation (I didn’t find what I wanted but almost bought another dog bed, cause, you know, can there be enough dog beds?)

Spike had a quick haircut on his face - he wasn’t very happy about it but eventually aquested. I, however, did not get a haircut. I have to drive by the barbershop to see if they have a protocol posted and then will figure out if I’ll go there or to Pat’s lady who operates out of her home.

I was listening to music, wondering who gathered the lyrics to almost all the songs. Every time I’ve wanted the lyrics to something, a quick google search will unearth them, no matter how obscure. Which triggered a memory of when, instead of studying for exams, I wrote down all the lyrics to ‘Oowatanite’ by April Wine. This involved running the tape endlessly through my cassette player. Forty four years later I can sing along without missing a beat, but have zero memory of what exam I should have been studying for!

"Oowatanite

Everything'll be alright

Come on, come on, love me tonight

And I'll be yours till the sun comes up”

~April Wine