I don’t know about you, but if there are two things I could use a lot more of these days they are silence and knowledge. Every two minutes it seems an alert goes off on my phone, keeping me abreast of the latest presidential tweets, Republican vs. Democratic feuds or administration fiats. Some peace and quiet would be heavenly. Instead, a recent electronic ping informed me of the new White House budget and subsequent ones of exactly what would be funded and what would be slashed.
Is it a bright, cold day in April? Hang in there. The days are lengthening, and the tepid sunshine of winter’s fraudulent orange orb will soon be replaced by real warmth. Spring is almost here, and we eagerly scout the frozen tundra for a glimpse of its first tiny soldiers: brave crocus and hyacinth, unfurled flags of golden forsythia, battalions of bright tulips.
Adventure. Is there anything better? For starters, it is readily available.
An escape plan is a natural temptation in a political climate that’s as rancorous and divisive as ours has lately become (not that I’ve ever needed any kind of excuse).
I took a detour and slowly drove through the local boatyard yesterday. The sky was low and gray, the trees were bare, and boats were everywhere: Shrink-wrapped, on jackstands, flank-to-flank they stood, their normally submerged regions exposed to the winds and weather.
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