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Thursday, November 9 2017
The first frost of the season happened last night even before midnight, and it was a hard frost too, with temperatures well down into the 20s. Thankfully, I'd moved the last of the tropical plants indoors beforehand.

We would have a lawyer and a videographer visiting us late this morning, so, for vegan-propaganda reasons, Gretchen wanted to have a soy-based creamer available to add to the coffee that would be served (along with the muffins she'd baked). We normally have non-dairy creamer on hand, but it goes bad quickly once it is opened, and it's an easy thing to forget to buy. Of course, while I was at Hannaford, I managed to buy other things: a six pack of Little Sumpin' Extra, a box of Cheerios, more beans, and yet more Amy's soups. For some reason Ramona was with me and Neville had stayed home.
When I returned to the house, there were two tripods and at least three cameras set up. Gretchen was just making the coffee for which I'd gotten the creamer. Ramona, delighted to find strangers in her house, greeted both a bit too enthusiastically. Our guests showed us one of their sample video productions, which had contributed to a successful de-incarceration of prisoner Gretchen had both met in one New York State's archipelago of prisons. They'd come to shoot similar video in our house. These would mostly involve Gretchen, though later they shot some clips showing me contributing to the hospitality of our home. [REDACTED] At some point while Gretchen was being recorded, the dogs took the opportunity to do the thing where they play and yarf around aggressively, and I was called down from the laboratory to take them both for a walk up and down the Farm Road.

[REDACTED] Eventually I had to bail on the happy hour so Gretchen and I could watch another couple episodes of the second season of Stranger Things. One of these spent a whole hour following badass heroine Eleven on a mission of self-discovery, first to her comatose mother and then to a sister in science (to whom abusive experimentation had granted a superpower similar to (but different from) Eleven's). I agree with the critics, that episode was weak. But then again, I'm finding the whole thing to be a bit of a disappointment. Stranger Things seems to be about, at its heart, the spread of rot and disease, but it can't figure out how it wants to tell that story. I don't, for example, understand how the tunnels being burrowed underground in the real world relate to the parallel universe of "the Upside Down." It would seem that if there were an actual other parallel universe, there wouldn't need to be tunnels in ours. Or is that the two are being increasingly intermingled? I guess it doesn't much matter; the best part of both seasons so far has been the one where our tween heroes, dressed as Ghost Busters, walk down the hall, the only kids in their school who dressed up for Halloween. Someone shouts out, "Who you gonna call?" and answers with, "The... nerds!"


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