Here are some random pictures from this month:
It rained a lot this weekend, but we got some great walks in, and I even ran into a co-worker when we stopped by Mendocino. There are so many charming areas like Glass Beach and the quaint downtown Fort Bragg that we really enjoy. We stayed at an Airbnb a few miles north of there and it was heavenly for the dogs to have so much space, even though it was saturated everywhere.
Shando cooked up a (vegetarian) storm with two other couples who we celebrated with in San Francisco. It was a Tuesday night so it didn’t go late, and we neglected to take pictures of the evening, but we pigged out on some of the great food including these two dishes Shando made (double-chocolate bread pudding with croissants and vegetable paella).
In addition to RJR, Nabisco and Kraft (tobacco owned), my personal boycott of trash-mag/tabloid approaching Time Magazine and anything Trump has to do with will be happily added to the list. How dare they capitalize on the minority vote recipient as “Man of the Year” for his bombast, racism, xenophobia, fascism, islamophobia, misogyny (all words that have been heavily searched for online this past year) as if he is an icon, as if he is not a gloating bigot and an admitted sexual assaulter, justifying it by his concocted “celebrity.”
How am I letting Time magazine know about my disdain? I’m blogging about it, for starters. We should all vote with our wallets. Regardless of the precedents of putting infamous people up on there to sell ads in desperation, extolling a man who is already gloating about this specific cover with no doubt the most flowery of articles, is how this demagogue got elected by a minority of voters by the pandering media (and yes, I’m talking about the LIBERAL media mostly). Who voted for him? Well demographically in particular the swing voting white people in the Midwest who are entitled to a vote and a half based on their geography and an antiquated undemocratic elitist-based system that the USA still has in place since the 18th century.
My mom, who died in July, had made all of these dog sweaters herself.