Amtrak #51

How is it that the Republicans manage to fuck everything up so badly? Do they try? Or are they just that stupid?

Can't fix stupid.

Sigh.

Train snack

Bartholomew would prefer banana flavored, but accepts that long distance Amtrak trains are a culinary captive audience situation.

Blowing Snow:

A Story:

I live in a big house at the bottom of a big hill, with a window that looks out onto a driveway and parking lot at the bottom of said big hill, in a valley, near a river, in a Mountain(ous) State. Well, at least the ones they haven't blown up yet.

This makes for very interesting wind and weather. When snowflakes flutter and swirl and float around, it's so beautiful, sometimes nearly hypnotic. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately?) video and photographs really don't capture it or do it justice. So I usually just look out my window every few minutes and take it in for a while. It's truly lovely.

And then a someone with a "Friends of Coal" license plate shows up and parks like an asshole and roars their tricked out Mustang's engine.

But then they go away, and the snowflakes remain.

The End. 

Books: 2017 report

Well, so, 2017 was a kinda busy year, in multiple respects. My books and pages read this year were markedly down from many previous years.

14 books read
4,252 pages read

Best book: eh. This is tough. I read a number of mediocre to crappy books in 2017. Best? I guess I'd say A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman.

Worst book: this is easy. Without question it was Hillbilly Elegy, by J.D. Vance. An absolutely piece of garbage. You can read my rant here about it. J.D. Vance is a tool.

Okay. On to 2018 reading!

I miss you already.

Alaska. Gosh.

Bartholomew:

Saga of a Bold Monkey