This blog doesn't have anything to say about the FBI's illegal raid on Mar-a-Lago. What do you people think we think? We think we're screwed. We also think, as Ace has said repeatedly, we're not going to vote our way out of this.
What do you want? We're sitting in our Berkshires* lake house, surrounded by books owned by our grandfather and great-great grandfather (born 1862), beneath a portrait of our great-great grandmother, from whom we got our oldest daughter's middle name. A family of beavers swim the canal as they have for as long as we can remember. Last night we heard cayotes.
As we write this it's about 65 degrees outside. That's Fahrenheit. We can't translate that into fru-fru Euro Celsius numbers. We can't. We won't. Okay, the metric system is used in Canada too. You fellow North Americans should know better.
Then again, you keep electing Fidel Castro's son. I dunno...maybe that's because the so-called conservatives up there are complete pussies. Maybe. We hold out hope for a boy, Pierre Poilevre. Canada you wanted Justin. You elected Justin. And you deserve Justin.
[Well what do you have to say about Joe Biden, eh?, Sub-Ed]
Who the hell are you?
[I'm Sub-Ed, your new imaginary Canadian sub-editor, Sub-Ed]
Does Ed know about this?
[Oh fuck no. You never piss off a Liverpudlian woman. Ever, Sub-Ed].
Which province are you from?
[I haven't decided yet, Sub-Ed]
Do I do Alberta, Quebec? An Ontarian would be completely insufferable. I don't know enough Newfie jokes to pull that off.
Moving on...
We feel nothing but anxiety while waiting for mold remediation estimates. We wait and wait. It's stunning the way people around these parts lack a sense of urgency or time. Things happen in a slow and meandering around here, and it pisses off this former New Yorker no end. Our hunch is we have a major mold catastrophe on our hands and it's going to cost several tens of thousands of dollars in the long run.
*Pronounced in the American fashion: Berk-sheers.
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