WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT(S)

Skyler's existential meanderings

Winter rumblings

For the dog it's just another winter in exactly the same place as last year.  

For humans, well, I wouldn't call it contentment, and it certainly ain't gemütlichkeit.

But really, for most of us white people, at any rate, it's okay.  We're going to be okay and those of us who happen not to work for the federal government in one capacity or another, or aren't migrant workers or would-be emigrees, or transgenders, or recipients of international aid, or medical researchers or recipients thereof, or ripped-off consumers, or poor people, or those in other categories that haven't yet been named yet for cuts or abolition or prosecution, they'll probably be okay, too.

I worry about the free press  (Major networks being sued; PBS, NPR threatened; daughter-in-law installed on Fox News; a little pressure here, a little pressure there goes a long way.)    

 I worry about climate change (Forget about renewable energy; EPA gutted; NOAA–weather service!–threatened)  

I worry about justice (Too many instances to enumerate.)   

I worry about the fate of many people.                                                                                                                                                                                            

I fear for the natural world.

Of course Trump isn't himself doing much of this, he's just throwing open the gates.  He has Elon Musk to do the dirty. So he will be able to take credit or deny, depending on how things go.  The eagerness of so many elected and unelected happy warriors who now have permission to carry out their darkest prejudices is endlessly shocking.  (See VP Vance:  "Judges aren't allowed to control Trump's legitimate power.")

Then there's the Gaza thing, removing the inconvenient occupants, buying the real estate.  That comes straight out of the New York Tycoon playbook. (See "The Apprentice," for the origin story. The film, not the TV series.)  Overlook the suffering, the history, whatever––it's oceanfront property.  Real estate. There's money to be made.  Power to be exercised. 

There was a moment when Trump said he was stopping all aid to South Africa because of racial persecution that I thought, well, at least there's a good thing.  Then I realized he meant white Afrikaners.

For those who paid attention, there are no mysteries here.  None of this was hidden.  It was in the plan (Project 2025) and it was in the man.  Narcissists never have enough.

Winter ramblings

Having feelings of awe for small things keeps all that other stuff iat bay.  At least for a while.  

Found in the woodshed

Yesterday found this soft clump of stuff in my woodpile. A bit bigger than a handful.  Light as the finest eiderdown, bits of grass woven along with many tiny blue-gray feathers.  How soft and cozy it must have been to whatever nestling it enclosed. It was clearly made during the summer when grasses were dry and snakes were shedding their skins (see below).  A safe spot too, as once stacked in June, the wood would be untouched until late fall. What did it shelter?  The tiny bird feathers suggest a bird nest, but the fact that I found it half way down a stack under many split logs makes that seem improbable.  Both chipmunks and songbirds have been reported as nesting in woodpiles, but still.  I'm going with chipmunks.  As for those bird feathers, it's a mystery. 

Pieces of snakes shedded skin complete the decor

I know it wasn't a big deal.  Just a small thing.  

Bird traffic, plus ?

This is where winter has it over other seasons, at least when there's snow.  You learn what other creatures besides yourselves have been up to.  I can usually identify the tracks, but there's often mystery in that as well.   In this case, what look like deer tracks can't be, unless the deer was headed from the bird feeder to the front porch.  I'm going with dog.

IT'S BEGUN

The photos 

Deliberate poses.  What are we supposed to take from these?  What's the message?

Think it might be "Be scared"? 

 

Remember a recent leader of a country who projected an image that said I'm scary!" 

Just a for-instance:  Remember Duterte, the repugnant president of the Philippines, 2016-2022, the one who ordered over a thousand vigilante killings?  That one.  Tough guy.  Invited to the White House in 2017, by the way.  Where he and Trump had "a friendly conversation."

The film

I spent the evening of the inauguration watching "The Apprentice."  Not that TV series that brought Trump to his first big media audience, but the movie.  It's been widely unseen, and like many others I admit I hadn't planned on seeing it, ever.  But I'd heard an interview on NPR with Jeremy Strong (the feckless son in "Succession") who plays lawyer Roy Cohn, and I got interested in seeing his performance.  Strong, who appeared physically tall in "Succession," looks as if he shrunk for this role,  playing creepy Cohn who is so immoral his ugliness manifests in his face.  The film is as much about about Cohn, evil incarnate, as it is about you-know-who.  It's about what Roy Cohn created.

From a Guardian review:

Having untangled the Trump Organization’s knotty legal woes in his inimitable way, Cohn sets about moulding young Donald into a winner. He rattles off his three rules for success. No 1: attack, attack, attack. No 2: admit nothing, deny everything. No 3: always claim victory, never admit defeat. Donnie gazes at him like a newly hatched chick imprinting on its mother; he swallows Cohn’s wisdom whole and turns it into a personality. And with an All About Eve-style inevitability, the protege usurps the mentor and a force is unleashed.

There it is:

1. Attack, attack, attack

2. Admit nothing, deny everything

3. Alway claim victory, never admit defeat.

Number 4 should have been added:  Say it's all for America, though it really just for you.

Watching I'd expected would be unbearable, like listening to the meanderings of present day Trump.  But it was like watching any movie. If it's any good–and it was good–you get caught up in the plot.  It's a true story, but it's not your story.  Not your present.  It's only history.  

The reality

The present, however, really is our story.  And the road ahead is looking kind of grim.

Four years to go and it's just beginning.  That is, it's supposed to be four years.  What happens in year five is anyone's guess.

Everything is turning upside down.  MAGA cult rules.  

Cabinet nominations to make your head spin.  Have a beef with the DOD, DEA, HHS, FBI, IRS ? Appoint  new chiefs who will tear them apart, remake them in your image, to your liking.  Ditch respect.

Here's a story that could have come right from the film: drug kingpin Ross of the Silk Road illegal drug marketplace, sentenced to life––life––is pardoned.  He had no special connection to Trump, so why did this one happen?  Easy.  It was a deal. (The Trump bio was called The Art of the Deal.)  Ross had support from libertarians that included a bunch of the crypto currency bros.  The head of the Libertarian party promised its support, along with the crypo guys, in exchange.  A good deal.

So it goes.

Living with it

Still have a sign from 2020.  I voted for Biden/Harris against Trump.  In 2024
voting against wasn't enough; there needed to be something stronger to vote for.

Easy for most of us who haven't got actual skin in the game.  Like, a government job.  Like a company that depends on foreign products or foreign workers.  Like someone already living on the edge. Like someone of the wrong color or from the wrong country.  

The better off we are to start with the less pain we're likely to feel.

You could ask yourself:  Who benefits from our going backwards?  Rejecting a clean energy future?  Could it be one of our rivals?  China, maybe?  Other countries who will sell the stuff we're not going to be selling?

 

You could ask yourself:  Why is our country such a magnet for so many people?  Could it be that our country is prosperous and has a lot to offer?  That democracy is compelling?  That it isn't actually in decline or needing to be made Great?

You could ask yourself:  Who's going to be making out, really?

***

Can't wait to see the movie about this when it's all over.

IN THE DARK

 

(The New Yorker, 12/16/24)

That would explain a lot.  

It really has been dark.  And a little off kilter.

 

The day after Election Day 2016 was kind of a dark day.  For me, of course, it was pitch black.  Ken had died a few days before.  Felt like everything was going to hell.

But we get used to things.  

Bizarre as it first seemed, so much is normal now.  Normal, meaning expected, accepted, even.  Who would have thought!  But the future is almost always different than you imagined.

The day after Election Day this year turned into a bright day, in fact.  Only because my daughters and I were in Provincetown, and Provincetown tilts in a different direction.  Everyone who was in town that day and the next couple of days felt like they were, or could be, our friends, and the feeling seemed to be mutual.  It wasn't dark at all.  

One of many trails around P-town.

 

What's not to like!  Once so familiar, yet none of us had been back here for years.  We covered, I was informed, some nine miles of hiking (or maybe that was only one day's worth?), climbed the P-town monument, visited every gallery, ate, drank. It was the start of Food and Wine week, a last blast before things begin to close down for the winter.  It was also open gallery days.  Much art to see.  The vibes were good, much warmth amid disappointment.

Back home now, the dark makes being home feel kind of good.

Family feels good too.

Thanksgiving, Button Bay

We don't talk much about politics, aside from the occasional comment.  I've been hearing that a lot of people are pulling back from involvement, accepting the inevitable, I suppose, or just weary.  I'm almost eager for T's term to begin so it will be over all the sooner.  (But, oh, maybe it won't really be over; maybe there won't be a way back!.)  For now, anyway, the issues that existed before are still there, projects we were busy with before we'll keep working on.  What will happen, how changed the world will be, we can only guess.  I worry about the wobblier issues, like the environment, like saving our wildlife, an issue likely to move down on the list of political action. Here's just one example of one of those issues  that risks being sidelined:

"In Vermont it is legal to use hounds to hunt bobcats, foxes, bears, coyotes, raccoons and other animals. Hounding involves hunters and guides using packs of powerful, radio-collared hounds to pursue wildlife until the exhausted, frightened wild animal seeks refuge in a tree –  if they are able to climb – or turns to fight the hounds. Once the animal is treed, s/he is an easy target for the "hunter." Animals like coyotes and foxes who are unable to climb, are chased to exhaustion until the cornered animal is ultimately descended upon by the hounds.  This cruel activity is nothing less than legalized animal fighting and is endorsed by Vermont Fish and Wildlife."  ( from protectourwildlife.org)

What should our priorities be?  

Confusing comments pop up on social media, made or 'liked' by friends, liberals all, suppporters of the right and the good.

Or: 

"How do you make a dumb and indifferent nation care? The critics of Brown [John Brown] and Mangione insist they have the answer, but when you listen to them, you hear them telling us to keep doing what has not worked. Say what you will about violence, you cannot deny the truth of the old media adage: “If it bleeds, it leads.” (Liked, on Facebook)

What to make of this?

Guess we're still in the dark.  For now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ARE WE LOOKING INTO THE ABYSS?

Sunlight/Dark

 

 I’ve never felt afraid before election day.  Excited, maybe.  Worried, maybe.  But never afraid.  

 

We’ve all heard about things that might happen, election challenges, protests, lawsuits, vengeance, even regardless of who wins.  I have never felt so aware of anger bubbling throughout the country beneath the surface.  In some counties in this country the anger is overt, nothing subtle about it.  Fed by outright lies, misinformation, half truths, circulated more insidiously than ever before.

 

On the surface here things are quiet.  The Trump signs and the Harris signs are scattered here and there, not much different than in Trump’s last time around. Only the Trumps signs are occasionally accompanied by an American flag.  I resent the co-opting. 

 

If Trump wins, or even if he doesn’t, the emotions won’t die. Here’s a telling anecdote:

 

At a Trump rally in Georgia on Wednesday [10/23], Tucker Carlson gave a rant that became an instant classic of perversion. In a shrill tone, he spun out a metaphor in which America is like a house where the children are misbehaving. The toddler is smearing feces on the wall; a 14-year-old is lighting a joint at the breakfast table.

“There has to be a point at which Dad comes home,” Carlson said ominously, to raucous applause. “Yeah, that’s right. Dad comes home, and he’s pissed!”  

 

Maureen Dowd, https://www.nytimes.com/2024/10/24/us/politics/tucker-carlson-trump-spanking.html

 

Guess who Dad is.  That audience knew, and started calling out his name.  Dad is pissed!

 

When Dad is pissed, he can curse.  He can call people names. He can be tough and he will be being because tough is manly.  Because “children” need to be put in their place.  Who are they, these children?  All those doing things that maybe you don’t much like, all of them bad, bad behavior.   Immigrants, transgender kids, Democrats, liberals, what the heck, all of them––anyone who won’t give Dad the time of day.  Dad is fickle, so consistency doesn’t matter. Dad is old.  But all dads are old, right?  So what? He’s more important than the law. He’ll fight the bad people in a bunch of different ways, depending.  Doing it so you don’t have to.

The rally at Madison Square Garden, kind of an emblematic moment, an apotheosis of giving the world the finger, insults, curses.  The crowd boiling.  Ready for anything.

 

Next week will tell us something.  Something.  Back from the edge?  Too late for that?  

Uh oh...

 Pretty dark down there...

GOING ELECTRIC

 

photo from SpaceX

WHERE I STARTED FROM

 

In the past I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation about cars that lasted longer than five minutes.  But recently, and surprisingly, I’ve had a number of conversations about cars.  A friend who lived in California some years ago told me once she remembered how people at cocktail parties in the Northeast often start up conversations with a line like, “So, what do you do?” At parties in LA she’d be asked, “So what are you driving?” 

 

What I’m driving now is a brand new (nearly two months old) EV/electric vehicle.  I am obviously not an early adopter as many of us have been driving EVs for some years now.  The Tesla, after all, came on the market with the Roadster in 2008* although Tesla didn’t hit it big until the S model came along in 2012.  Still, that was more than ten years ago.  Some members of my family are now on their second Teslas.  One early adopter family member in SF may have gone through three of them.  But that’s California for you.

The empty dash with a beautiful screen

 

For a long time I was afraid to drive an EV.  In my car, a VW Alltrack, a larger version of a VW Golf, the small screen for iPhone use, GPS, texting, music, was a distraction from my looking at the road, even though I could do many things by voice.  If I had to fiddle with something and put a finger somewhere on the screen to do it, sure enough I’d be nudging the center line.  In a Tesla there’s a screen, a gorgeous screen, and nothing else.  I would have to do everything by doing something on the screen.  Sometimes I would have to physically make a selection.  I was afraid I’d go off the road while I was busy choosing.  I heard about the good things with EVs too, of course, like the different kind of braking, the instant power, and so on.  It scared me, though. While I knew my next car would be an electric car, I also thought that a few years would pass before that happened and in the meanwhile EVs would be even better, have longer ranges, and there’d be more charging stations (although I had no conception of how many there already were or what they were like).

 

So–ignorance.  Who keeps up, really, with what’s new with a product if it’s not something you don’t spend any time thinking about in the first place?  If it’s something you just take for granted. Until you find yourself, as I did, at a dealership waiting for a car checkup that turns out to be step one in fixing an obscure (but crucial!) hydraulic problem that could cost up to $2,000 but isn’t immediately problematic.  Of course it was immediately problematic.  Did I really want to pay that much and still have an 8 year old gas-eating, oil-change-needing and other mystery-fluids-eating car? 

 

Did they happen to have any EVs around, I wondered?  Of course they did!

 

WHAT DROVE ME

A test drive.  There was no way I was going to admit this was going to be scary. I’m glad I didn’t, because it wasn’t.  True, I had no idea what the instrumentation in front of me was showing me, and info about all the many options was flooding my brain. It was obvious long ago that once something is handled by computer, designers might just as well add every conceivable function simply because they can.  

Anyway, I bought it.  The screen doesn't do everything; some functions are closer at hand, and not totally reimagined.  A little learning is needed.  Big deal.

 

It's the incentives for going EV that clinched it.  A federal incentive offered $7,500 for new EVs costing under $80,000 and assembled in the U.S.  That includes Teslas, VWs, Rivians (vans and trucks), a Nissan, Chevys, a Cadillac, a Honda, Audis and an Acura. In addition, the state of Vermont offered $2,500 and Green Mountain Power an additional $2,500 and a free home charger (Installation is on you.)  I figured the federal incentive could disappear after the election.  Who knows how long any of them will last.**

WHAT DRIVING!

First I had to drive the car.  And charge it.  Home chargers don’t appear magically, they need to be installed. ($1,500 in my case.)  Meanwhile I found I could charge the car next door where my daughter’s family has a charger they use for a Tesla, and that worked.  I’ll leave out the learning period when I couldn't get the car’s charger port cover (once known as the gas tank lid) open–panic!– because I didn’t appreciate how smart the car was because it didn’t know it was me and knew that whoever this was, they were doing it wrong.  

 

My very first longer-than-grocery-store trip was to pick up a granddaughter in Lebanon, NH.  It was time to try highway driving modes, auto drive and auto-assist. Oooh, it felt like floating.  I actually felt my car was helping me driving better.  I especially loved the mountain roads because of this thing called regenerative braking which I’d never heard of before. No, I had actually,  but I’d paid no attention.  What it is, is taking your foot off the accelerator (gas pedal called “the throttle” by the car dealer which actually sounds more like something on a Model T) so the car immediately slows, and then you can take downhills and curves in a far smoother way without the need for braking. That was a wow.

 

Next was my first time using a public charging site.  Which I would use on my first drive to Boston. I’d gotten some confidence in the process listening to an NPR story about two reporters who took a road trip with an EV from Boston to Washington DC and back using major highways in one direction and minor roads on the return.  They described the charging stops­–fewer off major roads­, no surprise, but not none. Fast chargers took no more than about 20 minutes.  With my new car came a freebie: two years of free charging at Electrify America stations.  (None in Vermont.)

Electrify America fast charger. No idea what cars need the charger on the right.

With my starting charge I could have made it all the way without recharging.  But I was too new to what "range" reallly meant. (Officially, my range when 100% charged is 263; when I charged it to 100% for my trip it read 300-something. What to believe?)   I stopped in Lebanon, NH at Electrify America (which I will call EA).   There were a couple of open slots at the EA site in the remotest corner of a shopping center anchored by a Walmart. I pulled into one, not realizing that some slots were designed for cars with charging ports in the front and others for ports in the back, so when I backed in, which I thought you were supposed to do, the charger wire (hose? cable?) didn't reach.  At this moment the skies opened and buckets of rain began to fall.  Had I not noticed that charging stations had no roofs or covers of any kind?  Back in the car,water everywhere, turn around, try again.  How do I start charging––using my phone or my car screen?  To my surprise the EA's screen recognized me. Evidently some sort of recognition happened between my EA app and my EV.  For the 20 minutes it would take to charge up I could visit the Walmart.  Why not.

I arrived. With more driving to do the next day I left the car for an overnight charge from a downtown Newburyport, MA, slow charger as my daughter's house had a dedicated Tesla charger.  This slot was definitely a back in type.  From the moment I backed in another deluge began. Buckets of rain again.  At least this was my second time, only this time I had to pay.

On the way home a few days later I did an EA stop in Seabrook, NH.  This time I knew what I  was doing, and it wasn't raining either.  The EA site was in the most remote area of the shopping center anchored by a–you guessed it–Walmart.  Only one other car was being charged and I noticed it was the same as mine.  I struck up a conversation with the driver, who said she'd had her car for a couple of years now, totallly loved it.  She had three years of free EA charging  Her first EV had been a Nissan Leaf that never had as long a range after its first year, very disappointing, she said.  This car, though, was great.  Although she said it had "freaked out" the first cold winter day.  But it turned out to be fine.  I didn't think to ask what she meant by "freaked out." ( Maybe I'll find out. )  Mostly we talked about how we'd never go back to (ugh) gas cars.

There I was, talking about cars. And for much longer than five minutes. 

 *In 2018 Musk sent a red Roadster convertible with a human dummy driver (“Starman”) into space.  That seemed cool at the time (I thought so, anyway), but its coolness has faded with the increasing narcissism and weirdness of the guy who sent it up there.  It is, by the way, orbiting around the sun and although the orbit should be stable for several million years (!) according to NASA, it will probably be destroyed eventually by radiation and micrometeoroid impacts.

**No sooner said...Vermont has pulled back from this incentive program as of October 8th, probably because it got too popular (read, costly).

TIME FOR CHANGE

 

NATURAL PHENOMENA

The usual and obvious signals of fall begin appearing as early as late August in some locations.  If you want to see some early color you would have to traverse one of the Gaps, like App (Appalachian) Gap which takes you to 2,375 feet, Lincoln Gap to 2,424 or Middlebury Gap at  2,144.  Lincoln Gap, by the way, is the most interesting of the three in that it rises 1,800 foot in a short time with maximum grades of 24 on the western side, steep and narrow both.

Besides touches of color, there are plenty of other indications of the end of summer.  The hummingbirds are already gone.

The dark spots are dead ants

They had a feeding frenzy during much of August, but their numbers became sparse by Labor Day weekend.  I saw only one at a feeder that weekend, instead of the usual dozen or more.  Not at the same time, although maybe a mate will share. Even though the feeders can accommodate four or five they are territorial and reluctant to share. Reluctant is an understatement.  Sometimes one hummer will claim both feeders at the same time.  After Labor Day all that was left was the dregs–some leftover nectar and the bodies of ants lured by the sugar.  Hummingbirds don't seem to mind sharing with ants.  

Picking up the hay the older way.

The field were still muddy in some places so the mowers left tracks.  Still, they got mowed.

Turkey vultures were all over after the mowing.  There's always carnage after a mowing.

Perhaps because of the frequent rain this summer or despite it, or maybe for some other reason, my apple trees, usually phlegmatic, have turned out to be surprisingly productive.  One of the apple trees hadn't produced a single apple for years until the past two when it managed five or so.  No one I've consulted has an explanation.  Why the raspberry patch was so prolific this year is also a mystery.  Somehow or other everything was just right.

Some branches are weighted down nearly to the ground

In the past the apples were all misshapen

Just one morning's picking

UNNATURAL PHENOMENA

Alas, also kicking off in September is bear hounding (hunting) season. It ends in mid-November.  Bears don't get much of a break here.  One kind of hounding ends and another begins.  That's followed by regular (no hounds) bear hunting which doesn't end until mid-December.  In truth, bear hounding begins in June when hounding training starts.  For the bears there is no real difference between the hounding training and the hounding hunting seasons since bears are chased, attacked, and treed. The trauma may be the same for both seasons, the one difference is they don't get shot at after being treed in training season.   A couple of years ago I asked Vermont Fish & Wildlife bear specialist Forrest Hammond why bear hound training (during which dogs hound bears) is so prolonged.  Hmm, he said, he really couldn't think of the reason. By the time hunting season is over bears have had very little time to live without being harassed.

Photo from Protect Our Wildlife

Ironically, hunters who use hounds are a very small subset of hunters in Vermont. A tiny subset, in fact. There are not many Vermonters who support hounding.  Yet it has its support where it matters most, with the Fish & Wildlife Commission.

Here is information from Protect Our Wildlife, an wildlife advocacy organization that lobbies against houndings and other important wildlife issues:

"Vulnerable bear cubs are separated from their mothers during these chases that start on June 1st. June is a very lean month for bears as they have not been able to recover from their long winter slumber. Bears lose vital fat reserves and calories when they are chased through the woods all in the name of "recreation."  Bears are also at great risk of hyperthermia, which is a real threat during the high heat of summer when they are run for miles by hounds. Vermont hounders have bragged about their hounds chasing a lone bear for six hours until the exhausted animal gave up.  Other evidence collected by Protect Our Wildlife depicts bear hound hunters sharing that mother bears turned to fight the hounds while trying to protect cubs."

The hounds have electric collars that let handlers (hunters) track them.  While the dogs have apparently been trained, they don't always know the difference between bears and other animals, and sometimes not even humans.  Plenty of local incidents testify to that. Often hounds get well ahead of their trackers.  If you've ever chased after a dog, this is not hard to imagine.  In 2019 a couple and their dog were severely attacked here in Ripton by hounds that had gotten well ahead.  Just this week a man walking his dog was attacked in Cornwall.  Hounds run over posted lands, private lands, public lands.  There are no realistic boundaries. 

Photo from Protect Our Wildlife

 

And then there are the coyotes, already vulnerable year round.  From December 15 through March 31 they too can be hunted with hounds.  This is an ugly uptick from what is still standard hunting rules in this state, allowing coyotes to be hunted at any time during the year as it is, and killed in any manner whatsoever.  Kind of like putting them in the same category as, say, rats.  

SAVING WILDLIFE (on a good note!)

I can't brag about having done much (other than supporting Protect Our Wildlife), but there are others who do a lot.

I felt pretty helpless last spring when through the window I saw a duck fighting for its life against what must have been a snapping turtle in my pond.  It seemed to have hold of one of its feet.  After some 20 minutes of fighting for its life (sometimes it disappeared under the water, flapping like mad), it finally managed to get free and I watched it hobble up the grass on the far side.  I went out to see how it was doing, but before I could get close it got so frightened and tried desperately to get away from me.  So I left it in peace.  I called wildlife rescue, but no one nearby was able to take a duck that afternoon, even if I could capture it.  I was poorly prepared, with nothing too put it in, no help available to capture it.  I figured I would let nature take its course.  An easy out, right?  The next morning I looked for the duck, but it was gone.  There were no feathers lying around, no signs of disturbance where I had seen it last.  Whew.  I could let myself imagine it had flown away.  Maybe that really happened.

A different bird's broken foot two weeks ago was a different story. A wildlife rescuer who lives on the other side of Otter Creekwas all to take in an owl that had a broken foot. (How it happened none of us knew.)   It had already been successfully operated on at BEVS (Burlington Emergency & Veterinary Specialists) and was transferred to the wildlife rescuer by very helpful and responsible family members. 

(They've done this before.) 

The owl in question, now in rehab.  Here's lookin' at you!

HEAD IN THE SAND. OR MAYBE NOT.

 

Skyler, during one of many summer thunderstorms

I can empathize.  That was probably the worst of this summer’s frequent thunderstorms.  The loudest, anyway.  Fair to say, Skyler has not enjoyed this summer a whole lot, since he doesn’t like hot, humid air and has no interest in getting into any kind of lake, river or pond, and isn’t a fan of rain, water in another form after all.  Still, it's the electricity in the air that he picks up on, even before the storm arrives.  

Where the bridge ended up after a major torrent:  Flood water pushed it up to the culvert where it stayed until it got pulled out.

 

I can’t say I’ve enjoyed all the rain either.  It’s been too wet for my field to be mowed.  Again. The grasses have grown unchecked, so high now that I can’t see anything in the field besides grass.    In some places the paths are almost tunnels. There a section, a swale, that channels rainfall most of the year, melting snow in the winter, into the pond.  That area tends to stay damp long after other sections have gone dry and hardened up.   Non-stop rain last summer prevented mowing too, so this is year two without mowing–so far.  I’m afraid it will lead to more invasions of poison parsnip, purple loosestrife, and who knows what else.  All of them nibble at the edges of nearly everyone’s meadows.  It’ll be trees, eventually.   

A tight fit between the sumacs and grasses 

 

As I said, re Skyler, I can empathize.  Until Biden announced he would not, after all, run again I had my head under the bed too, metaphorically.  I averted my eyes from news that had anything to do with the election, especially polls.  Thinking about Ruth Ginsburg having stayed on the Court when she shouldn’t have, and when her mind should have been on legacy.  So many egos  wrapped up with past glories, wanting more, just a little bit more. When you read about yet another ruler whose narcissism led him–usually a him–to assuming some form of total control, the phenomenon is pretty obvious to the world, but it looks less reprehensible when the person hanging in there is a nice liberal democratic leader. 

Well, that’s changed.  Now I can pay attention. But still afraid to get too excited.

I suppose I could just cut off the top half...

But I was talking about electricity.  How about the non-thundering kind? 

That kind of electric!

I'd been ignoring the movement toward EVs.  Not ignoring exactly, but figuring it was something I'd consider at some time in the future.  Although there are a couple of Teslas in the hands of family, me actually getting one seemed like a leap.  Although I like being driven in one, being the driver seemed like a whole different thing when I looked at the dash and there' wasn't a single instrument or dial in sight. It looked so cool, but I wasn't warming to it.  I felt like I might drive myself off the road trying to find the windshield wiper.

After waiting around during yet another oil change and service at my VW dealership I got to thinking about their EVs.  I strolled around the showroom, just passing the time.  I chatted about the one VW makes and when I got back home started researching the whole EV spectrum.   The rebates are pretty stunning, $7,500 for certain models, plus $2,500 here, $2,500 there and it started to look compelling.  Most convincing, though, was an article my daughter passed on to me about two NPR reporters who took a round trip in a new 2024 Hyundai Ioniq EV from Boston to Washington, DC, and back, half the route on major highways, the other half on local roads.  They reported they never waited longer than 20 minutes for a recharge.  I thought, I can do that.

So I did it.

Yet another piece of equipment 

Learning how-to has been interesting, in a feel good kind of way.  There was nothing to be gained by reading the manual. It's loaded with endless warnings–Warning! Danger!–and chock full of safety advice.  Either that's because of our litigious society or maybe the fact of a new focus on safe driving, or because everything to do with driving really is dangerous, I couldn't say.  But two pages on how seat belts could maim seems a little excessive.  (You insert them across one another over the two rear seats when not in use so that some injury I can't even imagine could be prevented.)  Far more fun to learn by poking around the screens and finding out what leads to what.  Ideally before driving.

I began to enjoy driving it.  I'd never heard of regenerative braking, but now I love it.  Using it I found I could drive over the Gaps without once needing to use the brakes.  Seriously.  I even tried almost-autonomous driving which I found to be more comfortable that I'd expected.  As with many electronic products, there are bells and whistles (almost literally) simply because there can be.  Like magenta under-dash lighting.  Didn't realize I needed that.  Not as many really fun things as Teslas of course, as they can even make farting sounds. My college age grandson thought that was a fun option, an opinion obviously shared by Elon Musk which tells me how his mind still works at age 50-something.