Well, we got our first measurable snow yesterday. Not a lot, but enough to cover the grass. Looks like about an inch on top of my fake well thing that covers the septic vent. And the forecast for the next few days is snow, snow, snow, and snow. And kinda cold (though this will feel like a thaw in a couple of months). Fortunately, I had the good sense to take today off (really just trying to knock my vacation balance down a bit so that I’m under the max by the end of the year).

After one last bit of drama on Wednesday (I swear, cars know when you’re about to dump them), I finally got rid of my ten year old Hyundai Elantra and now have a Toyota Camry. I’m done with the Koreans, and figured I’d go with the Japs for a while (my Uncle Bill – who was on ships that were sunk not once but twice in the Pacific back during the Big One – is probably rolling in his drawer right now, though to be fair I owned not one but two Dodge-branded Mitsubishi pickups back when he was still alive and I don’t recall him being bothered by that). I think Uncle Bill harbored a certain amount of resentment toward the Japanese until the day he died (I suppose I can’t blame him. The propaganda was back then was rather vicious – as you might have noticed if you’ve ever watched any vintage Popeye cartoons – and they were kinda trying to kill him).

My dad was also on that side of the world during the war, but he never seemed to muscle up any hatred for anybody. Not even the monkey that jumped on his back and bit him in Burma or the mosquitoes that gave him malaria.

Anyhow, I guess I’d better get the chains on the tractor. I’ve been talking about it for quite a while, but it’s getting down to it, now. It’s just always such a struggle.

But then, what isn’t?