It is The Commander’s birthday. She’d be 104. Yikes! So I remember the date (usually) from that but also because it is a friend’s birthday. (And Richard Nixon’s.) And, as of today, a new small cousin’s.

That’s all I will say about that. Back when Al Gore invented the internet (which is either mis- or dis-information, I’m not sure which), I jumped onto the information superhighway and I would sometimes proclaim personal occasions including births. But not any more. That’s for parents to do if they choose to do so and I respect their privacy. Babies are born every day and they are often born on other people’s birthdays. We only have 365/6 days a year after all so there have to be some repeated birth dates. But I know The Commander would be tickled by this news.

The moomincabin looks a little sad in the pic. But then it is all buttoned up for the winter. The big window on the left is covered by a protective screen. I HATE those things but they are very necessary. There are Protective Fish above both the back and front door (they are a little blurry). Victoria, an artist friend of ours who sells at the farmers market, makes those. Guess what? They work! As protection, I mean. That is all I will say about that😵‍💫

I’ve got lots of political crapola swirling in my head but am not able to focus enough to write about any of it. Free speech? What does it mean and who is defining it these days? Are those folks qualified to define it? Who *is* qualified to define it? More questions than answers. And that’s just one of the many topics I am cogitating upon.

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