first frosts and now no slalom?

I started this post a couple of days ago and got distracted. Life is hectic as usual in the Devil'sClub den, weatherproofing, doing the final mow, and basking in the wonderful heat of the new Toyotomi. Good thing too, even if it is raining today, the nights are starting to get a bit of a bite to them, and my bones aren't as young as they used to be.

Mill Bay is coming along nicely, as long as you don't get caught in the half-hour wait behind the pavers in the evening. Even though I'm digging the smooth ride, I kind of miss the excitement of the traffic blockade slalom they had going on for the past couple of weeks. It definitely spiced up the drive.

On the economic front, I really enjoyed Ish's Birk Plan post. I think that is the best solution for the crisis I've heard yet! Although, if you watched that A&E program that showed what happened to people after they won the lottery, maybe it wouldn't be such a good economic boost except for in the weird expensive knick-knack market. I think I could go a lifetime before seeing another burst of the diamond encrusted grill fad hit.

(Oh and btw, that's Bob B.'s abode.)

change and a political hangover

I've been watching too much television, and have been hearing that word a lot lately—and those are some powerful six letters. What other can invoke such an array of notion and emotion? To merely mention 'change' within any given crowd it sparks a thesaurus of replies, both negative and positive within whatever variable context.

It's anticipation is fear, anxiety, trepidation, admitting defeat, and downright panic for some, and hope, optimism, metamorphosis, innovation and peace of mind for others. The word is too much conceptually to wrap my mere 10% or less around to be honest.

Change is the only certainty in nature, and within intelligent thought—even if we want it and fight it simultaneously. Questions without answers are all I can collect: Why is it wrong for someone who's learned the truth to switch opinions on an issue? What is so bad about becoming more tolerant to something that was previously so foreign? Why does our society breed egos that can't admit they were wrong?

And this is where my brain starts to overheat, and I grab the beloved scepter of power and switch the channel. Meaningless entertainment, bizarre cartoons, and stupid people doing stupid things seems to counteract the overwhelming seriousness. I keep having to remind myself moderation is key. A quote by Aristotle comes to mind: "It is better to rise from life as from a banquet -- neither thirsty nor drunken."

Come to think of it, maybe that's what it is! A political hangover. Anyone know the morning after remedy for that?