We’ve officially turned a seasonal corner — around 7am this morning, while I was sitting at my computer in Ernie’s living space, the front heat pump went into a de-icing cycle. I hadn’t heard that sound since March.
When the rooftop units pause every hour or so and hum, usually it means outside temps have dipped into the 30s. The dogs and I didn’t see frost on the ground or anything, but it sure was cold in the yard this morning.
I grabbed a light jacket out of back closet. Looks like it’ll come in handy from here on.
Deb’s still recovering from what ails her, by the way. She says she’s better, but we’ll stay put a few more days.
And so here we are. For now, this is Home. We’re tantalizingly close to downsizing from three lives to two, though we’re a long way yet from one — our American Life on The Mountain.
We’ll get there. It’s just damned good to be in The Ozarks, even if we’re still in a campground.
Our trailcams have been active this week. This morning we caught four whitetails (does and youngsters) feeding together up top, while down by the homesite a young “spike buck” made his first appearance. The big buck we saw last week hasn’t come back within camera range.
I actually had another blog post written this morning, a lengthy rant about the latest display of senile dementia by the current occupant of the Oval Office. Perhaps you heard about it — at a public event on Wednesday, he called out to recognize a congresswoman who died in a car crash two months ago.
That breathtaking gaffe was compounded later by The White House Spokeswoman Hired Only Because She’s A Black Lesbian, whose “explanation” halved the IQ of anyone who had the misfortune to hear it.
I looked at what I’d written, forced to embrace the obvious. The current occupant of the Oval Office has never been smart or competent — all of Washington has known that for half a century — and now he’s senile. The Token Twofer who speaks for him these days has been called “historically dumb” by Clay Travis of Outkick, and that’s accurate.
Then I noticed that The White House didn’t hide (or bother trying to clean up) what either of them said Wednesday.
“Jackie, are you here? Where’s Jackie? I didn’t think she was. She wasn’t going to be here to help make this a reality.”
“So, of course, she was on his mind. She was of top of mind for the President. He looks very much looks forward to discussing her remarkable legacy of public service with them when he sees her family this coming Friday. … I just, I just explained she was on top of mind. You know, this wasn’t, what we were able to witness today and what the President was able to lift up in this, at this conference at this event was how her, her focus on wanting to deal with, combat food, food insecurity in America. And this is something that he was lifting up and honoring.”
Those quotes are straight from The White House Briefing Room.
(Incidentally, it looks like “top of mind” is the new “circle back” — the Token Twofer said it 21 times during that press briefing alone.)
Anyway, that’s when I deleted the post I’d written. I trashed it because it missed the point.
I’ve said before that this regime, from a policy perspective, is anything but inept or incompetent — it’s doing precisely what it means to do, from crippling the economy to decimating individual Liberty. We need to call that what it is and avoid being distracted.
But here’s the thing — whenever Doctor Dementia mumbles, bumbles, stumbles or otherwise shows us that he’s unfit to serve, or when his spokestoken engages in mind-numbing word goulash, that’s the ideal diversion. Right-thinking opposition is drawn to The Shiny Object and misses the real damage being done to America every day.
That’s the point.
Yes, the current occupant of the Oval Office is a decrepit, doddering idiot. Yes, his flack is a world-class boob. But behind the two of them is a powerful progressive cabal that’s intentionally and quite skillfully unmaking America.
That’s where the fight is. Don’t be distracted.
Before we hit the road, even before our “shakedown cruise,” I said that we’d be replacing our trusty Estwing carpenter’s hatchet in our RV kit with a Bark River Camp Ax. We already owned the Barkie and, with months and miles ahead of us, an upgrade made sense.
I threw the 50-year-old hatchet in Ernie’s basement anyway, as a backup.
Now, 20 months later, I can report that the vintage Estwing is all I’ve used. The “better” tool never came out of its sheath. Every stick of kindling I split for every campfire I built was done with a re-ground, beat-up, homely hatchet I bought years ago at an antiques shop.
I love the damned thing — it’s like an old friend. Seems I just can’t quit it.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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