WORK WEATHER

I had the privilege of designing my house, which was then built by my son, Doug, above. Everybody warned me don’t build that balcony. It will leak. It did. Now comes the chore of redoing the flooring with a new acrylic product that is guaranteed for 15 years. Hmmm! I’ll let you know in 15 years if it works. The weather cooperated and should be good for the next few days.

Jim finished small chores around the Motor Home including maintenance on the coach batteries which are charged by solar panels.
For me, wading through magazines and paperwork is a continuous job. Election materials are a grand part. When I look at the billions, I mean billions of dollars spent on the parties trying to win this election, it makes me sick. I’m reminded of my blog from yesterday and thinking that fanatical candidates are all around us. Uncivil, divisive, name calling, dishonest, lies. Its ugly. Do any of them remember that divided we fail?

They argue about climate change and clean energy bills while China steps into the gap and becomes the world leader in clean energy with wind and solar panels.
They argue about the expense of rail and infrastructure and China rolls out major rail projects that give them a cost savings edge in getting product to market and people to jobs.
The new world leader is steam rolling while U.S. parties bicker and play to an audience. Its contentious, not civil debate. Its gridlock instead of progress. Its about power and control, not what is best for we the people.

HOME, NO LAWNS TO MOW, BUT…

Home has its responsibilities. Even though there are no lawns to mow, repairs are ever with us. My balcony surface was leaking and needed a makeover with a new product. It’s supposed to last 15 years without re-surfacing. Hope it does. Rick Osmundson is sanding and preparing for the new product.

Each time I return after a long time on the road, I have tons of mail. I’ve switched to communicating everything on-line. For the first time, I was able to get through all of  my mail in one day. Hooray!  That is, without counting the magazines. I’ve promised to read one a day. Kind of like vitamins. They’ll soon disappear.

When I flew back to the Motor Home in July, this doe was fat and pregnant. She has since given birth and they decorate my senses while browsing through my yard. I don’t mind that they eat my strawberries and petunias. They can manage a peach and ptuii, spit out the pit like old pros. I have plenty to share. Food comes easier to me than them, so we are not at war.

I expect to be home through Christmas and the New Year.