Another month down. It was a fairly active one, too. We started with a trip to the Schaghticoke Fair on the first. On the eighth, it was over to Waterford for the Tug Boat Round Up (which I have no pictures of this year. Don’t know what happened there.) On the fifteenth, Mom, Kidling and I went to the fifth annual Enchanted City Steampunk Fest in Troy… and Mom got as into it as Kidling and I…. and she proved to be a doggie magnet. Nearly every pup we saw… and there were plenty!… came right up to her looking for attention. Last weekend and this weekend, it was mostly running errands, doing chores, and kicking back. I have also managed to finish up second drafts of three stories, and will be starting work on a fourth today.
Of course, the month has had its share of issues. Al and Mary came and installed a new toilet in our apartment… and Al had to come back when it started leaking. Mom’s refrigerator died. We went and ordered a new one, which will be delivered on the first of October. She is using two shelves in my freezer, and was using a cooler and LOTS of ice upstairs… until Randi sent her dorm fridge up with Al, so Mom has a real fridge to keep her milk. eggs, butter…etc etc …in until her new one arrives.
I do love this time of year. The season is getting ready to turn again. It is the time for Pumpkin Cappuccinos, stew, home-made soups, chili, and the smells of autumn. Cooler air (well, okay, not really THIS month…still sweating like crazy at work), Dancing With The Stars on TV, and the ramp-up to Halloween.
We have also been watching the debacle that is US politics with growing concern. The idea of Brett Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court leaves me cold. I believe the women who have accused him, but beyond that: he is too much like Trump. Both are bombastic, loud, angry, anti-woman, chauvinistic, racist men who feel they are entitled by the mere fact that they are white, considered rich, men. Kavanaugh may be a bit more intelligent that Trump: he does have the book-learning. But I worry about my daughter and nieces, and their friends in a world with a Supreme Court bent on over-turning more than fifty years of Equal Rights and Women’s Rights. And I fear for this country of mine. Lady Justice is depicted with a blindfold because she shouldn’t see race, religion, gender or bank accounts. Lady Liberty’s torch shines for all, or it is supposed to. And yet…. what I see coming reads more like “A Handmaiden’s Tale” (Atwood) or “Continuum” than the Constitution or Declaration of Independence.