I woke up this morning and learned that an attempted coup was underway against Vladimir Putin, staged by Yevgeny Prigozhin, the leader of the Wagner Group. Since I have no expertise whatsoever on internal Russian politics, I won’t be commenting on the situation myself (Putin’s speech is here).
I don’t generally post photos of myself, but I’ll make an exception in this case, due to the t-shirt I was wearing at the beach the day before yesterday:
The rain finally quit for a while, and the sun came out (sort of), enough for me to go down and put my feet into the surf.
That’s Matteo Salvini on my shirt, which was marketed back when he was Interior Minister, before he was betrayed by Giuseppe Conte and the 5-Star Movement. Dymphna gave me the shirt for Christmas in 2018 (her last Christmas). It’s the first time I’ve worn it to the beach. Actually, it’s the first time I’ve been to the beach in seventeen years. It was good to feel the sand between my toes.
I doubt that one American in 10,000 would recognize the image of Matteo Salvini. When someone asks who that is on my shirt, and I tell them, they’ve never even heard of him. So I launch into an explanation, but by the time I get to phrases such as “interior minister” and “coalition government” and “closed the ports to migrant-rescue vessels”, their eyes glaze over and I can tell they are only pretending to pay attention, just to be polite.
I’ll be leaving shortly on a little road trip, and will be away for a couple of days.
This is a “planned outage”, not like what happened last weekend, when the stinkin’ phone company forced me to endure three days of idleness.
Mind you, I plan to be fairly idle during my time away, but it’s a planned, structured idleness. Relaxing for a little while, away from all the horror in the news. The weather looks like it’s going to be pretty crappy, but I plan to have a good time anyway.
There will be no news feed until after I get back.
As I reported yesterday, my phone and Internet went out for most of the day, leaving me without enough time to post anything but the news feed last evening. Then today — Wednesday — I went to the retinal specialist’s office to get a periodic injection in my left eye to treat wet macular degeneration. When I got home (a little worse for the wear and tear) I discovered that the phone and Internet had gone out again during my absence.
So I ate dinner and watched DVDs gleaned from Dymphna’s collection (I’m not much of a DVD person, but she has left me a few). Right after I finished watching a movie, the Internet came back on, although the phone is still out.
So here we are. It’s almost midnight, and I haven’t even begun to look at the email. My eye is still sore, and I can see the dancing bubble, as usual. I’ve approved the backlog of comments, but this post is all that I’ll put up before tomorrow (Thursday) — when I’ll be even further behind.
If the Internet stays on, I’ll try to start catching up. And if the phone comes back on, I’ll call the @#%^&!@?$#! phone company and demand a credit for all these hours that I’ve been without service.
Actually, the place I’m going to has more or less the same climate as Schloss Bodissey, so I should be OK.
I’ll be leaving shortly on an overnight trip to visit some old friends that I haven’t seen in a long time. There will be no news feed tonight, but I expect to get back in time to post one tomorrow night.
Back in the good old days, whenever I went away overnight I would warn commenters to be on their best behavior while I was gone, because Dymphna would be watching them closely, ready to smack anyone who got out of line. She would moderate comments until I returned, and would sometimes post her own stuff while I was away, especially in the earlier years when her health was better.
Now, alas, all I can do is lock the door, pull down the shade, and hang up a “Gone Fishing” sign in the window. Everything has to be put on hold till I get back.
I’ll be leaving shortly on an overnight trip to visit some of my relatives. There will be no news feed tonight, but I should be back in time to post one tomorrow, because I hate driving after dark.
The logistics of traveling this time of year can be tricky if you don’t want to drive after dark. In late June you have fourteen or fifteen hours of daylight to work with at this latitude (about 38°N), and your schedule can be flexible. But in mid-December there’s only about nine hours of well-lit travel time.
I can remember that when I lived in the North of England (latitude about 54°N), during the Christmas season it got light at roughly 9 o’clock in the morning. School let out at 3:30pm, and by the time I walked home, it was dark. The flip side, of course, was that at midsummer there was still faint twilight at 11pm, and the sun came up at about 4am — those endless summer days!
I’ll be leaving home shortly to visit an old friend of mine in another part of the Old Dominion.
I haven’t been out-of-state since the plague arrived. During the height of the “pandemic”, the Coronamadness was much worse in Maryland than it was here in Virginia. Indoor dining was shut down there months after things had opened up here. The governor of Maryland decreed a mask mandate in all public places, which, bad as things got, never happened here.
The news from Maryland just made me want to stay this side of the Potomac. I suppose the situation must have improved by now, but my aversion persists — I’d rather limit my travels to Virginia, and to the more rural parts of the state at that, where people are relatively sane.
North Carolina would probably also be OK, but I don’t have any kin or friends that live down there.
I was at the dentist’s office the other day, and much to my delight they had lifted their mask requirement for patients (the staff still had them on). I guess that means the “pandemic” is officially over.
I’ll be gone overnight, so there will be no news feed tonight. But I should be back in time to post one tomorrow night. See you then!
I’m going away overnight to visit some of my relatives — different ones this time; I don’t want to wear out my welcome.
There will be no news feed tonight, but I should be back early enough tomorrow to post one.
While I’m gone, I recommend visiting WRSA, Conservative Tree House, and Power Line to keep up with all the political shenanigans and read analyses of last night’s elections in various states and cities.
It looks like another “pandemic” is in the works: the Delta Variant is the new COVID monster that we’re supposed to be deathly afraid of. I’m anticipating another lockdown in the fall, so I’ve decided to engage in a few enjoyable activities this summer while I still can.
I’m heading off on a little getaway to the mountains, where the air is cool and fresh breezes blow, and where I’ll be meeting up with friends and family. Unfortunately, it looks like the hurricane weather is going to be reaching its tendrils all the way up there, so I may be stuck indoors most of the time.
I’ll be gone for two nights; there will be no news feed tonight and tomorrow. If all goes well, there will be one on Friday night.
In the meantime, here’s an exercise for my British readers. Today is the sixteenth anniversary of the 7/7 terrorist bombings on London transport. Are there any public observances of the occasion in the UK? Are people talking about it among themselves? Or is it all gone and forgotten?
You can leave your responses in the comments, and I’ll moderate them when I get home.
I’ll see you later, boys and girls. And persons of indeterminate or undefined gender.