Muttday Open Thread

Enjoy these last few days of summer.

Wingsday. Prove Me Wrong

The ten most dangerous cities in the US ranked

Of course if your city is on the list at least you know you live in a place where crimes are still reported and prosecuted. If you live in a city or state where theft and drugs have actually been decriminalized it’s a pretty good bet that basic violent crimes are not prosecuted either: laws are simply no longer enforced, even for egregious crimes. So, nobody even bothers to report them. If they did you would see an entire different Top 10 list - I’m talking to you Chicago, New York, LA, San Francisco, Baltimore, Minneapolis, Philadelphia, DC, New Orleans…yet more meaningless statistics and reports.

Prove me wrong.

Happy Caturday, September 9, 2023

June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. - Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Catching a Glimpse of Evening Sun, Roos Schuring

While I’ve embraced September, somewhat, I cling to thoughts of summer’s return which I know, if it happens at all, will be brief. Still, a few days of Indian Native American summer would be welcome as a token reminder of summer’s sun-drenched horizons, much of which I missed.

As hurricanes gather their furies I ask simply for a few more days, preferably in October, of warm sunlit days. They ideally will have just enough crispiness around the edges to remind me that it is a fleeting indulgence to be enjoyed gratefully. Then I can move on to the long season of quiescent dormancy.

And catch up on a little reading.

Happy Caturday.

Time To Adjust The Sails

"We can't direct the wind. But we can adjust the sails."

Speaking of adjusting, I was going to try to write a real post for today but I just got a call from my dentist that they have an opening this morning, rather than waiting until November. As I’ve been somewhat lax on my oral care this past year I’m taking it. Doctor and dentist appointments have become my social life .

Anyway, get that spinnaker up! Or down, whichever the situation requires.

New York Gives New Meaning To The Term “Labor Day Drones”

New York gives new meaning to the term “Labor Day Drones.”

New York police will use drones to monitor backyard parties this weekend, spurring privacy concerns:

Those attending outdoor parties or barbecues in New York City this weekend may notice an uninvited guest looming over their festivities: a police surveillance drone.

The New York City police department plans to pilot the unmanned aircrafts in response to complaints about large gatherings, including private events, over Labor Day weekend, officials announced Thursday.

No longer a holiday for worker bees but rather a chance for the authorities to “deploy the drones!” to ensure your safety.

 

Because if everyone’s having too much fun your government will order you to go home and think about what you’ve done.  The drones are just there to protect you. Like the Patriot Act.

Maybe we should track them instead of vice versa.

A Late Summer Mutt Day

I can’t believe it’s already sweater weather here.

While some of you are still baking we have early fall-like temperatures here requiring a sweater even during the daytime. Too soon, too soon!

Right boys?

One last swim before Labor Day

Happy Mutt day to all.

P.S. A good read for those of you who would like to continue jousting with our betters:

No Masks, Please, We’re Rational. Mask mandates are starting to return despite 97 percent of Americans having acquired Covid antibodies and all the evidence that the mandates failed to make a difference in Covid infections or mortality (including a recent study in The Lancet  reporting that the only significant effect of the state mask mandates in the U.S. was a decrease in fourth-graders’ test scores). Yet the media are urging the return of masks, and the CDC, unlike every country in Europe, continues to advise masking toddlers. The maskaholics’ faith remains as strong as that of the Cambodian villagers who protected themselves from the coronavirus by erecting magic scarecrows in front of their huts.

Thursday Checkin

 

“Fine. I’m fine.”

File under “Fake it till you can make it.”

Refresh With Joy

Good morning friends:

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

  For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. – Kahil Gibran

May the joy of little things bring you joy this fine Sunday morning. May you find your heart’s morning. May you be refreshed.