Today was one of those absolutely gorgeous fall days that you’d like to capture in a Mason jar, tuck away in a closet and break out sometime in February when the ceiling and floor have become indistinguishable from one another.
The sun was out, the wind was manageable and the temperature crested just short of the 80s. Herself and I celebrated with a ponderous American breakfast — eggs over easy, pan-fried Yukon Gold spuds, bacon, toast and coffee — followed by a ride to work it all off.
This won’t last, of course. The National Weather Service is predicting a repeat tomorrow, but it all goes south after that, toward a “high” of 43 with a slight chance of rain and/or snow come Saturday, when I have to be indoors working anyway. Oh, well.
Tomorrow brings The Great Debate that neither side claims to be capable of winning (keep those expectations low, fellas; the rest of us certainly are). I’m unloading all the firearms and keeping the smokepoles upstairs but moving the ammo downstairs. TVs are expensive and we don’t want to frighten the neighbors. The ceaseless, volcanic profanity and hurling of beer bottles through windows that have not been opened will be bad enough.
And be glad you’re not driving I-25 through Denver during the debate. ‘Cause you won’t be able to.
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Same forecast here though tomorrow’s supposed to have serious winds from the south, the “hair dryer effect” as I call it. But just like yours, our weather here in Iowa today was just about perfect. Two hours of enjoying the sun in just shorts and a jersey was pretty nice, even if the roads are flat, straight and boring. As soon as winter rears its frosty head we start dreaming of a three-week holiday in Santa Barbara at the year’s end followed by escape to Sicily in mid-January. And yeah, I’m glad I’m not driving I-25 through Denver….though we were out there a few weeks ago…still “LA@5000ft” to me.
Calling Denver LA is giving Denver too much credit. LA has cultural things to go with their crime.
Really? I grew up in SoCal and didn’t soak up much of that “culture” during my more than 30 years there. But I guess it depends on how you define CULTURE.
Food for one. Surfing for two.
Weather glorious here today too, but I’m stuck in le bombe factorie all week.
A bunch of us from my graduate department sat through the 1984 debates at a friend’s house surrounded by plenty of ethanol. The rule was you could only swear or throw dirty socks at the screen, so we were all soon barefoot.
That was the night I got so depressed at the debate that I left in a state that did not suggest I should be driving, and almost missed a curve and ended up in Long Island Sound.No election is worth ruining a perfectly good VW Rabbit over…