The end of October 2019

A few random thoughts at the end of October.

These are the darkest mornings of the year.  I think this every year, in the weeks leading up to the clocks going back.  Because I am an early riser I spend my first hour or two in darkness now.  I used to find this depressing, but in a strange way I find it comforting now.
I went to Costco this weekend and was incredibly conscious for some reason of the massive number of individual plastic water bottles they sell.  There was more than one person with a cart full simply of water bottles.  I’m fine with the push to eliminate straws, but I do wonder if we’re missing the forest for the trees.  Plastic water bottles (and individual plastic cups) seem like a much bigger problem.  Please stop using individual water bottles, people!
My spinning class on Monday morning played Landslide and I thought yet again of how much I love that song.  It feels like yesterday I wrote about Landslide here (and then I revisited it here) and since that day I’ve thought of it as an anthem of sorts for this parenting journey.  This LIFE journey.  It’s only getting more true.
I started reading Wild Game[image error] at last.  Wow.  I highly recommend.
I don’t write about politics much (or ever, other than my post on the eve of the 2016 election) but it’s not a secret that I’m not a Trump fan.  I’ve been saying since he was a candidate that of the many things I find deeply objectionable about him possibly the top of the list is how poorly spoken he is.  For this reason I adored Frank Bruni’s column in this weekend’s Times.

Happy end of October, all.  The decade draws to a close.  Onward.