No no no no!
The Obamas are NOT gonna “re-take” the White House. That’s a conspiracy theory. Full stop.
The only reason I mention it is because I was listening to Michelle speak last night when I took this pic.
The rafters are one of my (many) favorite parts of the moomincabin. Looking around I see a few things:
1) A vintage multi-band radio that went into “town” (my family’s winterized house in Sault Ste. Siberia) every winter. My brother had it in his bedroom and tuned it into ship traffic the night the Edmund Fitzgerald went down (1975). He could hear the Arthur Andersen calling it. No response. That radio doesn’t get those channels any more. (And actually it isn’t the multi-band radio. Just an ancient boombox type thing. Hmmm.)
2) A gazillion old books. You can only see the bookshelf where we keep my granddaddy’s old books. Fort and the Forest and all kinds of other stuff. (There’s also a fiber optic thingy on those shelves.)
3) An aerial view of our land with the island out in the middle of the bay.
4) A modern iMac or whatever it’s called. We watched Fargo on it earlier this summer.
5) A hat with reindeer horns that we bought for my old coot a long time ago. It doesn’t say MAGA but my dad may(?) have actually considered Trump if he had lived that long (dead in 2006). He once expressed interest in George Wallace to my mother’s horror. She later became an Obama supporter as I have said a few too many times.
6) I could go on and on but the last thing Imma talk about is that GREEN BAG there. The garbage bag. I was gonna take that up to the res today but I never quite got there but it HAS TO GO TOMORROW because there are little buggies hanging around (fruit fly sized and maybe that’s what they are). I have another kitchen bag to put in the Green Bag and we’re good to go. Just keeping it real here.
August 21st, 2024 at 7:43 pm
Stupid conspiracy theories! And the GOP is still trying to Swift Boat Walz which makes me furious. They better not succeed! My mom has an open beam ceiling in her living room, a very nice version of that. My late aunt, a tactless woman, once told Mom that it looked like she was living in a chicken coop.