So the weather report went from some rain expected to, oh, maybe we’ll get a little snow to, oh, gee, how’s another 10 inches sound? Good? Good. So I got to plow the driveway again last night and this morning (my favorite way to start the day). Then it was an invigorating half hour or so standing around waiting for the bus as the snow blew into my face (you’d think the wind would pick a direction and stick with it, but, no you’d be wrong – it seems to insist on blasting me in the kisser no matter what direction I happen to be standing). 

I could have walked across the street to the diner to warm up with a cuppa (it is senior day, after all). Could have, if the f*cking bus app was worth a shit. Oh, when the weather’s pleasant, it works great, showing me the location of my chariot and the expected arrival time. When the weather turns to shit, though, not so much. It basically just looks at me with it’s big innocent blank screen and more or less shrugs its little digital shoulders at me. So, there I stood, snow accumulating rapidly on my shoulders (and head).

And then when the bus came, it wasn’t the usual relatively comfy “coach” that I’ve become accustomed to, but a crappy “city” bus with plastic seats that are somehow harder than concrete. Oh boy.

Now, at the risk of furnishing too much information, my normal morning routine consists of (among other things) a pot of coffee and a liter or so of water (give or take). Not counting the half-liter of water in my bowl of oatmeal. This, combined with a 35 or so minute bus ride means my bladder is just about ready to pop as I walk the quarter mile or so to work and up the five flights of stairs. When you preface that trip with an unexpected 30 minute wait out in the cold, well, let’s just say it made for a rather uncomfortable ride.

I might have to invest on some of those catheters I see on the teevee.

But here I am at work with – as far as I can tell – no internal organ damage. The snow doesn’t seem to be letting up, and I don’t expect the bus this evening to be anywhere near on time. So it’s more standing around in a white-out on the off chance that the bus will be on time (the bus waits for no man, but all men – and women – must wait for the bus), before I get back to where my truck is parked so I can dig it out from a foot or so of snow in order to drive home and plow the goddamn driveway again. If I’m lucky, I might be able to have some dinner befor I go to bed so I can start it all over tomorrow morning.

I’d move if I could figure out a place where it’s warm all year but there aren’t hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes, wildfires, or Trumpies. Plus pot has to be legal. No point moving anywhere without that.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Just when I thought all the deals were over, it turns out today is Cyber Monday! The savings just won’t stop. Plus, the US Military (or ICE or whatever the fuck they are) is being used to launch tear gas into a neighboring country in order to maim, torture, and terrify poor people and little children (imagine, if you will, Canada lobbing tear gas from their side of the Peace Bridge over into Buffalo. Pretty sure that wouldn’t go over too well, even if it IS only Buffalo).

Note to our friends in the UK: this is a look at what life after Brexit could be like, though I’m not sure whether you folks will be on the tear gas chucking or receiving side (but I suppose most of you still remember what life was like during “the troubles” so you know better than I). Just a quick tip for those on the receiving end – if every movie I’ve seen is correct, you can just tie a rag over your face and chuck those tear gas canisters back where they came from. Though you might wanna import some Mexicans or Central/South Americans, because they’ve got great pitching arms, and we know you Europeans (if I can still lump you in with that lot) mostly use your feet. Except for Cricket, I guess. But those tear gas canisters are a bit more than a sticky wicket.

It appears that after a few days of respite, we’re about to get hit with whatever it is that nailed Chicago (where 13″ of snow is apparently enough to shut things down and knock out power to 99% of customers in the area – here, we call that “Tuesday”).

Not sure what the weather gods have in store for us (so far, it doesn’t sound like all that much, but that can change pretty quickly), so mostly I hope it’s not too cold and I don’t have to get out there and plow in the dark. Of course, it’s kinda dark before work and after work, so I guess I’ll be plowing in the dark no matter what.

I’m gettin’ cold just thinking about it.

Or Happy Day Kennedy Was Shot. Depends on what you’re into, I guess. Though I suppose nothing says you can’t celebrate both. This year it might be a bit of a challenge to find things to be grateful for, what with the wildfires and the climate change and whatnot. Normally you can just go with the everyday things that you take for granted, like not having a President who’s a narcissistic sociopathic moron but, well….

Things around here have been less than ideal, unfortunately. Oh, sure, the weather sucks (it’s 12 degrees out there right now, and from the sound of things, that’s gonna be the highlight of the next few days), but that’s to be expected. And even though we’ve had over a foot of wet, heavy snow, I at least got to make sure I the chains didn’t fall off the tractor tires, and that I had the 4WD working again. Plus it wasn’t subzero and I happened to be off when we got the worst of it, so I didn’t have to get out there at 5 AM and freeze my ass (actually, more like my fingers and toes – my ass stays pretty warm) off just so I could have the pleasure of going to work.

Then I came home the other night after work and the house was cold. Which it’s not supposed to be. It wasn’t subzero outside, but it was cold and not having heat was a bit disconcerting. I’ll spare you the long version of the story, but fortunately I was able to snap into former-HVAC guy mode and get things warmed up again. Though it’ll be a while before I stop worrying about it (and then things will probably turn to shit again).

And then there was what has to have been the worst few days sports-wise in recent memory. Not only did the SU football play like shit and look pathetic on national teevee against a team that I personally despise (and refuse to name here, but as a clue they have a racist, insulting mascot that perpetuates an insulting stereotype against my people), but the basketball team (for which we have high hopes this season, and which is pretty much the only thing that makes winter bearable around here – at least once you stop being a kid and start being a miserable old man) lost two games in a row and looked lousy while doing it.

But the worst part was my almost 97 year old father in law falling down the basement stairs in the middle of the night a few days ago. Broken face, broken wrist, broken fingers. Might have been some broken fingers in there, too – I forget. So that meant a couple of days in the hospital and now he’s in a nursing home, ostensibly for rehab but, well, he’s apparently not coming back, which he doesn’t know yet. He hates it there, and I’m not really sure he understands exactly what the deal is. Oh, and I imagine he’s pretty sore, to add injury to insult.

So this is all very sad. Heartbreaking, really. I can’t help but feel things from his perspective. Alone and in pain, confused and not really understanding what the deal is. Feeling betrayed and abandoned and just wanting to go home.

Personally, I hate not being home. My goal from the moment I leave the house is to get back home again, and it’s really difficult to get me back out of the house again once I get home. So I feel pretty horrible for the guy, and for my wife. And for me because, frankly, I see my future in all of this, and I don’t like what I see.

Being the youngest (by a long shot) in my family and having no kids of my own, the options seem to be to die relatively young the way my parents did, or live to the point where I can’t take care of myself and wind up rotting old and alone in some nursing home surrounded by a bunch of demented old farts hollering at imaginary people and crapping in my diapers while condescending young people wipe my ass and hose me off occasionally while I wait to die.

So I guess today I’ll be thankful that it hasn’t come to that point for me yet. And that at least the Democrats will be in control of the House next year (and no matter who gets elected Speaker – I’m sure it’ll be Nancy Pelosi, which is apparently important to a lot of people out there – never fear; I’m sure the Democrats will continue to be the feckless losers running away from progressive policies that we’ve all come to know and love, at least until the young blood gets a chance to move up the ranks), for what that’s worth. And, hey, maybe they’ll surprise me.

And along with being grateful, I guess I’ll be hopeful. Hopeful that they’ll finally decide to make recreational pot legal here in NYS. It will never replace the hole in my soul where beer used to be, but I really don’t think I can go through whatever’s left of my life totally sober.

I mean, forget the rest of my life – I’m not even all that crazy about going through the holidays sober. Having time off is nice (except for being on call, which sucks), but I’m not really a big fan of the holidays. Mostly because I don’t think O should have to convince anybody that, no, I do not want to eat more. I’m not on a diet, I just know what it is I can get away with eating in order to not get gout flareups or otherwise feel like shit. And I really don’t want to eat dead animals. Even if they died of natural causes. I’m not at the point where I wanna be a pain in everybody’s ass over it, it’s just not something I care to do. So just let me eat my spinach salad with beans and my steamed veggies and leave me alone. I’m getting to be a little too old to feel required to justify my eating and/or drinking habits. It’s not like I give a shit what anybody else does.

And, no, I won’t be attending the office holiday party. Thanks, but no thanks. I realize this makes me a horrible person and ineligible for promotion but, hey, I can live with that.

The EU has a “right to be forgotten,” can’t I just have the right to be left alone?

Anyhow, whatever it is you’re thankful (or hopeful) for, I hope you have a safe and happy day today. And I have no idea who they’re playing, but let’s hope the Cowboys lose, too.

So, that was a bit underwhelming. Oh, it’s good that the Democrats took the House, don’t get me wrong. Between the gerrymandering and the voter suppression, that’s no small feat. But I think I read that the average pickup under these circumstances is something like 28 seats, and last I saw they’d picked up 26. And of course they actually lost a few seats in the Senate, which in some respects doesn’t make much of a difference, but it still allows Trump to continue packing the courts and makes it even less likely to get a conviction in the Senate (which, really, wasn’t gonna happen anyway). Here in my neck of the woods, the scumbag Republican Congresscritter who hates meeting with constituents (though I must admit he does a pretty good job of pretending to be non-partisan while always doing the GOP’s bidding) won once again. And my NYS Assemblyman – who didn’t even bother sending out a mailing to my house, and who has never done much of anything that I’m aware of – won again. Democrats won the NYS Senate, though they’ve done that before only to have a group of DINOs caucus with the Republicans anyway. And of course Governor Andy won again, which I suppose is better than having the Republican win but it’s not exactly anything to jump for joy over.

But at least the Democrats will be able to launch real investigations into Trump and his gang of thieves. Whether they actually will or not remains to be seen, of course, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt for now. And the Affordable Care Act should be safe (not that it’s exactly a great piece of legislation, but it’s a start), as should Social Security and Medicare (though that remains to be seen, too – Democrats have a tendency to negotiate by starting at their opponent’s position and then working their way to the right from there).

So while I’m slightly less than ecstatic about Tuesday’s results, I at least am not feeling suicidal. I’ll save that for 2020.

Since I left October ’til the last day, I thought I’d get a jump on November and put something up on day number one. Well, there I go thinkin’ again. But if I didn’t get ‘er done on the first, I’m at least getting something up there in the first week. And just in case you’ve somehow missed the memo, today was the end of Daylight Saving Time. Or yesterday was – depends on how you count I guess. At any rate, don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour and be sure and change the batteries in you vibrators. I’ve read that some states are now looking at staying on DST all year ’round, which would be fine with me. I honestly don’t give a crap if there’s more daylight in the morning – I’d like to to see at least a few minutes of sunshine on my way home from work. Especially as the temperatures turn from cold to frigid. Though if asked to pick between extended DST and legalized pot for NYS, I’m going with pot. Of course, nobody cares what I think.

Speaking of nobody caring what I think, we’re just a couple days away from what id probably the most important election day in my lifetime, if not the history of the United States (not to be overly dramatic or anything). And I have to sadly predict that there will be a great deal of anger, frustration, and deep disappointment (depression, even) come Wednesday morning. From what I’ve read, there appear to be a great many close races around the nation, and that of course means Republicans will win them all, because they cheat. It’s an unfortunate reality that in order for Democrats to win, they need to win by huge margins.

That doesn’t mean you’re absolved from your responsibility to vote, however. Whereas as I generally tend to find Democrats annoying at best (and repugnant at worse – don’t give me the “but the Republicans are worse” shit, either. That goes without saying. Republicans are in a whole other class of loathsome), I usually look to vote for other candidates if it looks safe or at least for a way to vote for Democrats on other lines if possible. Not this year, though. This year I’m voting Democrat straight down the line (which is nowhere near as fun with the SAT-style ballots as it was with the lever machines, when you could flip one switch and knock down the whole row). It’s time to send a message to Republicans, even at the risk of also sending the wrong message to the likes of Andy Cuomo (or Kirsten Gillibrand, who I still haven’t forgiven for her part in chasing Al Franken out of the Senate).

Not that I expect my little vote to make much of a difference, but, hey, you do what you can.

I would also be remiss if I didn’t mention Syracuse football, even though I know nobody but me gives a shit (not just in this venue, but also at my house). They’re currently having their best season in a lot of years (7-2 at the moment, and ranked #22 or #19 – and they should go even higher when this week’s polls come out. UPDATE: #13 on both polls – highest since 1998, in case you were wondering), and I feel the need to say something before reality sets in and they go on a losing streak to end the season.

So we’ll see what happens with them, and with Election Day. Beyond that, I don’t know. I have real doubts about the future of this country (and the world) if some sort of check (no matter how feeble) isn’t put on Trumpelstiltskin and his ilk. And, more selfishly, my own personal future. I’m having a hard time seeing how I’m going to survive another four years of working until I can retire as it is – if these people take away (or delay) my Social Security, I’m kinda screwed.

So I guess we’ll see how things go. For now, I guess it’s time to go around and set a few dozen clocks to EST.