11th November 2020
I admire the efficiency of the Japanese, the leaves on our Red Maple all dropped in one night and landed in two large clumps.
The airwaves are still filled with Trump refusing to concede. This action only continues the friction between his base and the Democrats, and makes it difficult to try to think straight.
The damage this man can do in his remaining days can’t be imagined.
It is interesting to note that he has asked donators to contribute to a fund to help him try to overturn the election, but in reality most of it is needed to pay for the huge overspend of his campaign, he can’t even be straight with that, what a conman.
The temperature dropped into the forties and boy you could feel it. I had a couple of jobs to do outside, one was sweeping up leaves, again, and building the third frame for the decking.
We are working on two dressers at the moment. I’ve stripped the top and fronts of one and stained them, the other is a paint job which, at the speed Kelli works will be done tomorrow.
Tonight was Stein night at New Holland, and to my horror I discovered they had stopped brewing Full Circle, the mild beer that was my favourite, which left me no option but to choose the Mad Hatter a beer so strong I never knew what day it was.
Kelli knows the signs, the giggling, the miss- pronunciation of every word that comes out of my mouth, and the rubbish that follows.
I do egg it on a bit, but the strength of the beer is pretty significant, and the result is evident.
I have never been a big drinker, even in the days when of the number of pints signified how much a man you were.
My point is, when I am merry, I am happy, there is nothing serious clogging my mind, for once in the week I can clear my mind.
Kelli was all excited that we were able to harvest some of the potatoes that we had grown. She managed to pull out a few the size of a dwarft’s testicles, it didn’t matter, it was the first grown at 593 Central Bay, and that was pretty important.
Another Lifetime to go 