I went out to my Beetle to retrieve a box from the trunk.
A fat squirrel was dragging the remnants of a neighbor’s Halloween pumpkin across the parking lot. He froze, unable to decide if he should stay with the pumpkin or bolt, and it was clearly a tough decision; the pumpkin was almost as large as he was.
My approach, since he was right by my car, decided it for him, and he bolted to the nearby oak tree.
When I took my trash out to the dumpsters later, the squirrel had returned to his pumpkin, eating it where it lay. There were only scattered pieces left when I retrieved my mail.
After three and a half years, the aluminum company at the end of my street has taken down its “Trump 2024” banner.
My hope? The owner took it down because it had served its purpose. His Mad God-King Trump has been restored and elevated to his His place of glory.
My fear? A Trump 2028 banner will be going up in its place.
It’s a generally nice day outside. A little windy, not too cold.
Earlier this week the forecast was something like four to six inches of snow this weekend. Enjoy this weather while it lasts.
Meanwhile, I have bronchitis or something. My voice has dropped to the bass riff of “Seven Nation Army.”
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.