This is what it was last week:

This is what it is now:

This is what it is supposed to be:

I really enjoyed The Other Bennet Sister on Netflix. It takes the rarely mentioned Mary Bennet from Pride and Prejudice and gives her a narrative all we socially awkward ladies can appreciate.

It keeps all the other characters much the same. (Darcy’s my favorite. He has no lines. Just pained facial expressions.)

I hear that next year, instead of having another series set in the same family (even though Kitty Bennet had almost no attention paid to her), the writers are pivoting to the family in Persuasion.

I don’t remember a damn thing about Persuasion. A romance erstwhile discouraged by a family is then rekindled. I’ll need to do some homework. Tiresome. Why not go on with the Bennets? Next up could be a prequel covering the former misadventures of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

Or, why stick with Austen? What’s Adele Rochester been up to? Being a cheap French whore like her mom? Maybe there’s a story where she and St. John Rivers start up a correspondence but then it all goes awry when he gets Rosamond pregnant, lusty prig that he is.

And what about crossovers? What if Adele has a ménage à trois with Heathcliff … and … Mr. Collins? That could happen — well, no, it couldn’t. We might need to bring in Willoughby.

Well, until they pull that together there’s a Bonus Christmas episode of The Other Bennet sister on tap.

Yesterday I thought, “I haven’t been to Lone Elk park in ages. I should go there.”

Evidently, I am part elk, specifically a lady elk looking for love. Because it seems it is elk rutting season. They had to close the park until further notice because there’s a bull elk just ramming his horns into all the cars.

Supposedly, black cars are a special target. He sees his reflection in the black paint and thinks the Escalade or Mini Cooper or whatever is a rival.

Hope he gets some soon. Trees are turning and this would be a great time to visit.

It got chilly enough to trigger my Christmas ornament urge.

This year was the year we were cited by the county (the SHAME) for feeding the furry wildlife. (Gary is defiant, but I am ashamed. My lord, what my Dad would say about me.)

We also bought two telescopes, one of which Gary dropped the first day outside, so it doesn’t work now. (Unless you want to look at a prism.)

So here’s a bi-purpose ornament.

Gary switched from feeding dozens of mammals to hundreds of birds. I could have had any number of glass hummingbird ornaments, but that seems destined to break.

Some person in Turkey carves blocky wood hummingbirds, though.

Both have a hint of sadness, though. But what else happened to our little family this year?

This is what it was last week:

This is what it is now:

This is what it is supposed to be:

So not done.

My god, how many years have we been promised this blue wave, the bluenami that would sweep away the chaff.

I thought it was a myth, like a brokered convention.

And now … what happens? I’m sure the governors’ races are a net win. It’s just frightening to think that all the Congressional power is on one side, isn’t it? Even if it’s ‘my’ side. I trust some of them, but power corrupts, and surely some individuals are out for revenge.

Are we just going to end up with the same uncooperative nonsense?

Well, the glow lasted almost a day, anyway.