Well, after I typed that title I wandered into the kitchen and made Potato/Leek soup and a pot roast with winter vegetables.
I also marveled at how big the grapes are this year. Grapes Make Deal With Satan.
Speaking of that, I’ve been watching the baseball Cardinals. (That shows my age – St. Louis hasn’t had a football Cardinals team for decades.) Once again they fought off almost certain elimination last night at literally the eleventh hour and 59th minute. And a tiny part of me said, oh, my, how sad for those Nationals, they really had character. Then I stomped that tiny part into slime and braced myself to see the same stressful last-minute comeback over and over again until the seventh game of the World Series AGAIN because no, we don’t know how to sweep.
I’ve been watching my favorite program that only comes up every four years: Frontline’s The Choice. I’ve been watching it in pieces, between ball games, and it seems disjointed. Years ago, The Choice spent an hour making you dislike one candidate, then the next week another hour on the other dislikable candidate. Now they mush it all together, and bounce back and forth, and leave you simultaneously disliking both candidates, but in the same way. Four years ago the premise was: McCain is a fake! And so is Obama! See? See? This year is seems to be creeping toward the conclusion that Romney is anyone the machine wants him to be and Obama just recently figured out who he is. As always, neither of them should be president.