This morning, the usual pre-dawn drive to work. The
machine, however, was
covered in ice, and me, being a
new resident of
California, did not expect to need
an
ice scraper. Did what I could with some dry leaves;
made a little looking hole on the
windshield. It took
the defroster a half hour to do the rest.
There is a little narrow bridge I have to cross
to get from our gravel/dirt road to the first real
road; it is as narrow as a car and has no sides of
any kind. It is covered in ice, white as you like,
and I skid when I'm half way across. I do panic,
but don't react from it; my New England upbringing
springs into gear - I don't touch the brakes, point
the wheels in the direction I'm going, and (Bob's yer
uncle) I make it!
Although TV news talks about a "crisis", aside from the
node above I haven't seen, heard, or met anyone who is
worried about the election situation. Even if the
votes in Florida are not resolved, the electoral college
will vote on December 18. All, some, or none of Florida's
electors may be there; no one will wait for them.
In the meantime, Boy George has put on a pair of his
father's shoes, and his father's jacket, and he is
walking up and down, pretending to be president. He
has not quite learned how to harrumph!, but
he is working on it. Because the shoes are a bit
big for him, Dick Cheney has to hold his hand when
he goes up and down the stairs.
It looks like all George has to do is wait, and he
will be president. But waiting is hard for him...
Personally, I am more concerned and interested in what's
happening in Israel, since that could easily turn into
a war or police action, or whatever they're calling
them nowadays.