About a month or so ago, I dropped one of my beloveds and went running off into text heaven with a new best, best friend. Goodby Sublime; hello (cough) Visual Studio Code. By Microsoft, no less. As an almost lifetime Apple fan, voluntarily working with something from Microsoft is ironic and funny since I run from their programs and machines any chance I get. But software evolves like the living thing it is, and suddenly a freebie from Microsoft is more fun and rewarding to use than the pricy text editor Sublime. But that’s not the topic of today’s piece because I just don’t know enough programming to really say anything of value.
Truly, I don’t really have a favorite basket because I love them all. I’ve never met a basket, large or small, that I don’t like. I like the weaving and the handwork of them, of course, but most of all, I love that their only purpose in life is to hold things. If they have a convenient handle, so much the better. This particular basket holds string bits of a certain length, for instance. I lined it and trimmed the lining so no bits could hide in the corners or crevices. Very satisfying.
Sometimes, I have no topic, and that’s usually a bad thing in blogdom, especially daily journaling, such as this. When this happens, I try to include a picture that makes it worth your visit, and I think today’s cinemagraph is just that picture. Plus, there are no pop-ups or screen-dimming or ads for vile toe creams. Just a quiet place for thinking and musing. Wander around, and please come back tomorrow, when there’s sure to be a bon mot on the pillow. 🐔
What a difference a day makes! After dragging through the playlet that voting seemed to be, trudging along, head down in the rain … and then hiding from the results until Twitter told me it was safe to look … well, what a great feeling. My side won. The other side lost. I continue to know that a small portion of our population sees a different monster approaching and a different hero on the horizon. Math tells us that it’s about 25 per cent of the U.S. population at most; experience shows me that a few friends and acquaintances are in that penned-in pen.
Today is a rainy day, a Tuesday, a birthday. It’s also a voting day in many parts of the country, and my beloved husband was able to vote for himself in a real election, for the first time, ever. That’s pretty cool. He’s pretty cool.