Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Friday, September 20, 2024
A Little Editing
Thursday, September 19, 2024
Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Mixed Emotions
Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Josie and the Camels Next Door
💗💗😋💖💜 there are camels crossing.
Monday, September 16, 2024
Sunday, September 15, 2024
A Hundred Personal Messages
Saturday, September 14, 2024
A Concept of a Recipe
Friday, September 13, 2024
Thursday, September 12, 2024
Afterglow
I spent a lot of time yesterday, reading various accounts of the debate. Much was predictable--the Former Guy saying he had a Great Night--his Best Debate Ever--and various Maghats wringing their hands and calling the moderators biased. And suggesting that Harris's earrings were actually transmitters, sending information.
I think it was an opinion piece in the Wall Street Journal that said Harris overdid it with the personal attacks and sarcasm.
What? When personal attacks are the Former Guy's go-to strategy and sarcasm is his explanation for being caught in a lie or inconvenient truth.
I got the impression that the writer of the opinion piece felt Harris was being unladylike--and just barely managed not to say so.
Hurrah for her!
Back in 2016, I watched Hillary ignore a looming adversary in a debate. She was a model of calm ladylike behavior and full of well-reasoned statements. I hated it when she lost the election by the slimmest of margins.
Kamala, on the other hand, took control, beginning with the handshake and went on to catalog his many failings and bait him into evermore unhinged responses.
And oh! her facial expressions! They spoke for her. (Great article HERE about this.)
She ate his lunch.
And how I enjoyed it.
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
Debate Night
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
Josie Does a Blog Post
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Monday, September 9, 2024
The Meaning of Life
Sunday, September 8, 2024
Saturday, September 7, 2024
The Party That Really Cares About the Family
Childcare, school shootings, abortion--all family issues that are in the news these days.
The GOP has a lot to say about abortion (Murder! Bad! Outlaw it! Prosecute providers!)
Okay, so, caring for those children that the government mandates be carried to term--surely a compassionate government, a government that really cared about children, would step in with help. Wouldn't it?
But childcare, according to JD Vance, could be left to grandparents or other helpful relatives. Or, failing that, since not everyone has helpful relatives, maybe just get rid of cumbersome regulations and certifications for childcare--making it easier for anyone to open a care center for tiny tots. Away with background checks and annoying safety rules! Welcome to Lecter's Littles Daycare!
And if the tots make it out of daycare to school, well, JD, speaking from behind bulletproof glass, says that school shootings are just a fact of life. Thoughts and prayers and pin on that assault rifle pin that shows where your true allegiance lies.
How can so many otherwise kind and caring people buy in to the fear-mongering lies and blatant hypocrisy of the GOP, now that it's in thrall to the former guy?
Sad, very sad.
Friday, September 6, 2024
Thursday, September 5, 2024
Josie the Second Grader
I always have to have my picture taken with the library bears--maybe because I am a Brush Creek Elementary School Bear Cub. I am in second grade, and I really like it. My best friends are in my class and two of them sit at my table.
Also, I rode the bus home with a friend for a playdate. And I had my first real sleepover last week at her house. It was great!
We are selling The World's Best Chocolate to make money for school stuff. I have sold a lot. Meema and Grumpy said when they were in school a long time ago, members of the band sold the same chocolate except that the bars were bigger and didn't cost as much.
Wednesday, September 4, 2024
September Song
On my weekly trip to the grocery, my heart was lifted by the sight of swathes of bright goldenrod and purple ironweed, filling a bottom by the river with the intimation of coming autumn.
Another intimation then came to me: this bottom has always been used for pasturing fat Black Angus steers. And when they're not there, the proprietor has kept it mowed with his tractor.
Not this year. As I recall, the proprietor lives elsewhere and is an elderly man--perhaps this is one of those bitter-sweet September songs of coming to the end of things.
Time of year; time of life . . .
Like a garden I pass on my way: meticulously maintained until this year when its size was much reduced. Now the weeds are taking it, though some brave zinnias persist.
Though I said goodbye to my own garden a few years ago, I'm sad to see others succumbing.
But I can still enjoy the goldenrod and ironweed. And the zinnias.
Tuesday, September 3, 2024
A Mixed Bag
Joe Pye Weed