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Wednesday, November 11, 2020


We’re going to be in the middle of another quixotic pandemic road trip by the time you read this. We are compelled to such things. Besides, we could use a break. 

We won’t know who won the election, but we will be either celebrating or licking our wounds in a different environment, away from our usual media connections. Probably a good thing.

You could get the idea that we spend most of our time traveling from this blog, but actually, we spend most of time in our humble home.

Of course, in quarantine, we’ve been working on the house and yard, urged on by the city putting a note on our door telling us that we’ll be fined if we don’t repaint. Then, the last time it was painted was before we moved in, about twenty years ago.

So things were rearranged, chopped and piled up to be thrown away.

Emily has a lot of new ideas of what she wants, but now it’s rather chaotic.

Chaos can be inspiring, creative, beautiful . . .

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