Claude Moore Colonial Farm

So, I found out this week that the National Park Service wants to close down the farm

But we may be able to stop it.

The farm is a working 18th century farm.  It’s a great educational resource, and beyond that it’s just a very nice place.  It’s a piece of calm in the middle of the chaos that is Northern Virginia – your blood pressure drops just walking into the site.  They have a market fair three times a year, and it’s always packed.

I have no doubt that they want to sell the land to developers, and given this administration, someone appointed by 45 will likely end up lining their pockets because of it.  If it does get sold, it will either end up being offices (which we don’t need) or houses that no one can afford, which we also don’t need.  (I harbor zero illusions that this could become a tract of affordable housing.)

We need to not sell off everything we have to the highest bidder.  We need to have things that are a net benefit to society that can’t be measured in dollars.  Good things should be allowed to exist without a profit motive.

I went to the spring market fair today.  I hope it’s not the last.

wooded area on a sunny day with a creek running through it

There is very little cleared land.  Only some grazing areas and where they’re planting.  The rest is all wooded.

A small pond in a wooded area on a sunny day

Half pond, half low spot and we have had a LOT of rain lately

A turkey in a wooden turkey shed


A very old water well with a wooden bucket

Water well

A spit of chickens over a fire, with pans of sausage cooking as well


A creek in the woods on a sunny day

Lots of little creeks throughout

A  brown cow in a field near a wooded area at the edge of the grazing area


5 chickens of varying breeds

Squad goals


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Royal Wedding

No, I did not get up at 4am to watch the wedding. That’s what TiVos are for!

It was so lovely. The bride was gorgeous, her dress was beautiful, and that tiara was awesome. (Apparently it belonged to Queen Mary. That’s pretty cool.)

Her Mom looked wonderful.

The kids were adorable.

Bishop Curry’s homily was fantastic. He’s very excited for these two kids.

The Kingdom Choir – wow.

And the hats. Oh My God, the hats.

It’s had all the fun trappings of a Royal wedding, but also delightfully modern.

But most of all, it was just nice. And I don’t know about anyone else, but I needed that.

Here’s Carmen watching – she liked Ave Maria.

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Another fucking garbage day because someone decided to solve problems with a gun.

10 killed at Santa Fe High in Texas. 3 more shot at Mt Zion’s graduation in Georgia, details still emerging.

There is so much we need to fucking fix as a society.

Like when shit doesn’t go your way, you don’t start shooting people.

Bullying will come up, as it does. But can we take the time to distinguish between being a victim of bullying because other people are assholes, and being ostracized because you’re the asshole? I don’t want another “if the kids had been nicer, they wouldn’t have been shot” mouldy arsed take.

And no, Lt Governor Patrick, having less doors is not an answer.

We need to teach people (mainly guys) that they are not entitled to everything they want and that other people (mainly gals) are not responsible for upping their self esteem. And that not getting your way does not justify a murderous rampage.

And lordy, can we have a mental health conversation that doesn’t throw folks with mental illnesses under the damn bus?

All that will take a while to fix as a society.

You know what we could do pretty fucking quick? Make it a little more of a hassle to buy guns, and actually punish those who let their guns get used to terrible ends. I’m getting a little tired of the “responsible gun owner” narrative*cough*myth.

Oh, and to the dickhead that showed up at the Santa Fe site openly carrying with the American flag “for support”- way to read the room, jackass.

Here’s a drink, lord knows we could use one:

And a cat:

Lily, curled up on her blanket, sleeping.

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Another day

Another meeting where I realize I would be terrible at marketing. I lost count of the number of times I thought, “Wait, people are swayed by that?!” over the course of the hour.

Then I got called out for good work, so, not a total waste of time, but a bit unsettling, as I had zoned out a bit.  (It was a very long meeting.)

Survived the dentist.  Shiny new root canal.  Poor dentist had a hell of a time getting my face all numbed up, and I’m still not 100% certain I didn’t take a swing at him.  He swears I did not, but Nitrous is a hell of a drug.  I probably just winced and raised one hand slightly but my brain thought otherwise for a few moments.  Got more lidocaine, tho, so it’s all good.

Got out of that to discover that my senator voted to confirm Gina Haspel as CIA director, and I am NOT pleased about that.  Yes, we need to get someone in that office.  No, it did not have to be her.

Here’s a cat:

Lily, a black and orange tortoiseshell cat, laying on a blanket, sound asleep

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Long time, no writing…

I’ve noticed an odd uptick in followers of late. So here are the rules:  Trolls and bots will be blocked and or banned, everyone else, pull up a chair and help yourself to the beverage of your choice.

In other news, 45 is still around, which is unfortunate to say the least.

Work is work, but hey, it provides an excellent 9 hour escape from the news 5 days a week.  Good as that is, I am in countdown mode to the beach.  In other news, I have still not figured out how to extricate myself from the DC metro.

But the Caps have actually made it to the theirs round of the playoffs, and my Padres are in town next week, so it’s not all bad.

Here’s some cats:

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On the downhill side of the week..

And I’m kinda looking forward to my dental appointment tomorrow afternoon.  (It’s been a brain bending week so far.)

Last day and a half has been consumed by one client, who thankfully has been incredibly pleasant and patient while I’ve been picking through database tables trying to figure out where everything went sideways.  Sadly, this has meant I’ve not been able to get anything else done, but that’s how it is some days.

The kicker here is that this all got escalated to me, which is fine, but the guy it was escalated *from* decides he’s full of advice for me.  Um, OK, would you like the mess back on your desk?  No?  OK then.

On a way cooler note, thanks to the excellent descriptions by Jeff Lewis of the Outer Banks Voice, I have identified the owls I hear at night as Barred Owls.  Never seen them, but hear them all the time.

In weird “Only in DC”news:

Here’s a cat:

Carmen on my lap

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2018…  Let’s do this

So much to work on this year, but it should be worth it.

Keep nagging my Congresscritters.  (I look forward to the year when I don’t have to this constantly.). It has been heartening to see so many people get engaged and pushing back, and I am sure we’re gong to see that continue.  Just gotta not get completely exhausted.

More balance between work and everything else.  2017 was pretty much work and nothing else.  Need to take a few more days off.  A week at the beach isn’t enough over the course of the year.

Read more.  Twitter is enjoyable, but it doesn’t count, and I’m certainly not lacking for reading material.

Make more art.  Good, bad, disastrous, just make more art and put it out there.

Write more.  No good having worlds and stories just all in my head, gotta get it on paper.

Cook more.  I’m not a half bad cook and I should do that more.

Move more.  My ass in danger of becoming permanently glued to the couch.

May 2018 be a spectacular improvement over 2017 for all of us.

Double  Irish Coffee with whipped cream in pint glass that says I Am My Own Wingman

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