Everything seems to be on an even keel. Even, shockingly, politics. Despite my “self imposed media blockout” I did notice that the MSM grudgingly admitted during the Republican National Convention that their sworn enemy doesn’t actually have horns and a pitchfork. Nor has the presses pet party done anything too unusual. An outbreak of reasonableness? Nah…it’s just the last of the dog days of summer.
I have finally finished butchering the chickens and the woodpile is (almost) up to my standards of “attacked by glaciers” readiness. An outbreak of efficiency? Nah…it’s just the dog days of summer.
I’m rewarding myself by going camping. I expect the nation to keep it’s shit together for a few weeks more (before election manufactured crises crank up) and am desperately hoping I don’t come back from the woods to discover some company I never heard of is now a subsidized cornerstone of the whole economy (I’m looking at you AIG). It’s possible. Even likely.
While I’m camping I’m going to have one and only one thought about politics; “as of today nobody really knows who will be president next year”. I’m happy that we have contested elections. Even if we have to pick between a socialist and a walking coma at least the outcome is not pre-ordained. Is that not awesome? Go America!
That thought will last about ten minutes. The rest of the time I will have forgotten the outside world exists. There’s nothing like a fishing pole to put the world in perspective.
See ya’ all (figuratively) when I get back.