Today’s agenda (if we even have such a thing) included getting to The Mountain early and, over the course of the day, meeting with a couple of tradesmen. First was the guy who’d done backhoe work for us in December.
We expected him to show up in his well-loved Ford pickup. Instead, he arrived in an orange VW Beetle, a diesel. I’m not quite sure how he made it up The Mountain without dragging hard parts. Knowing the fellow as we do, the sight was almost comical.
It also happened to be a sensible thing to do — with gas prices what they are these days, and since his visit didn’t involve hauling fuel or tools, it was wise to choose the bug over his old truck.
Later we met with a guy we’re considering for a different project. Like all of the other people we’ve worked with he was smart, helpful and patient. We’re especially grateful for folks who take the time to come out to The Mountain and walk the land with us (instead of sharing their expertise only via e-mail or over the phone).
It was a beautiful day, a good day, a productive day — a good thing, too, since snow and cold are forecast for tomorrow. We’ll hunker down in the bus, for the most part, while it blows through.
By the way, you’ll want to come back here for tomorrow’s blog post. I’ll be saying something significant, at least to Deb and me.
(That was a tease.)
Democrats have been reading the polls, and they don’t like what they see. Part of their scattergun strategy to avoid humiliation in the midterms is suddenly dropping WuFlu mandates and restrictions.
It’s as if they’ve figured out that they can’t win with The Hysterical Class alone.
The move is laughably transparent. Nobody’s fooled that this has anything to do with “science.” Most of us know that none of it ever did.
Obedient businesses sure are making a big deal about it, though — “Now open! All [pandemic theater] ‘protocols’ have been dropped!”
Really? So what? These teat-sucking businesses lost me long ago, the moment they presumed to make my private, personal medical decisions for me.
Yes, the choices I’ve made mean that I’ve missed some things — restaurants, stores, concerts, parties and other events — but that was my choice. And throughout the panic, despite the madness, I kept my life, my sovereignty and, most important, my Liberty.
I’m proud to count myself among millions of individuals who continued to live as the born-free Americans we are.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.