A dream that meant nothing

I discovered today’s earworm via a recommendation from a friend. He and I agree on a lot of things, but generally speaking, music and reading genres aren’t among them. However, this piece has grown on me every time I watch it.

(I say “watch” because in this case, the video images are integral to the impact of the music and words.)

Particularly given the events of the past week, culminating in the Kleptocrat fixin’ to demolish the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts because he’s not allowed to put his fucking name on it.

(Another—unrelated, but not entirely, really—beyond-the-beyond event was Mitch McConnell wheeled insensate in to the Senate after being AWOL for three months and nearly voting with Democrats on a motion until his minders “corrected” him because he’s literally gaga.)

I seriously do not understand why no one has piped up about the emperor being stitch stark bonkers.

So, here’s “America”, by London Grammar.

 

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Labor of love

Dunno about you, but this bee loaded down with pollen makes me so happy.

 

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Not vanity, but memorable

Okay, this is not a vanity plate. But I swear that when I first glanced at it, I thought it said “THE LASS”, and that became unseeable.

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Sigh

Okay, well—if Costco is going to put up its Halloween décor at the beginning of August, I suppose it makes sense for them to roll out the Christmas stuff before we’ve even hit the Ides of September.

It’s really quite terrifying, because I know there’ll be more every time I make a butter and bread flour run.

 

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Gratitude Monday: unexpected splendour

Saturday night was one of those not-going-to-get-any-sleep affairs; I eventually nodded off at 0400; woke up at 0500; got back to sleep; eventually just got up at 0845. Naturally, that means that yesterday morning pretty much started out crap.

I got dressed for walking and realized that the windows had fogged over, which portended my walk would be complete soup. (Android said that it was 74F and felt like 74F, but it lied; it felt ghastly. For one thing, my glasses fogged up as I stepped outside.) But I decided I’d at least walk over to the one remaining pie-plate-sized hibiscus shrub to take a picture for a neighbor.

And look what I found on my way:

I saw them because I took a different route than my normal walk, so I don’t know how long they’ve been there. But they were stunning, beautiful and exuberant. And they lifted my day into bearable. For that I am grateful.

 

 

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