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Trump almost assassinated
Saturday, July 13 2024
location: 940 feet west of Woodworth Lake, Fulton County, NY
Gretchen and Gilly would be arriving later today, so I thought I'd do a little tidying of the yard. I took out the weed wacker and buzzed the bluestone walkway in front so that there were no longer various weeds sticking up from the cracks between the flagstones. Then I took out a pair of pruning shears and snipping away lots of mugwort growing in various places in the front yard. Mugwort is an aggressive weed that has taken over large swaths of our yard in Hurley, and I wanted to keep it from being as prolific at the cabin. So I targeted it specifically, giving the other plants growing nearby a better chance. I then tossed the bundles of mugwort along the foundation wall on the south and west side of the cabin, where it filled the air with its characteristic fragrance (one I do not especially like). Perhaps its noxious chemicals will linger in the soil and discourage creatures intent on somehow burrowing into the cabin.
Later I went east of the cabin to gather a chunk of white ash to perhaps use as the raw material for another stool made entirely by carving. But when I got it back to the cabin, I realized its geometry was too askew. So I ended up splitting it up for firewood.
Gretchen, Gilly, and both the dogs arrived at around 5:00pm in the Chevy Bolt. After a fairly comprehensive tour of the cabin (Gilly was her characteristically effusive self about it), we hiked down to the dock via my new trail, which Gretchen had yet to see. By this point it was pretty well marked, though there were a few steep places that Gilly (who is not among our few hardy hiker friends) had a little trouble with. It would've been typical for Gretchen to immediately go for a swim, though in this case I think she first chatted a little bit about the lake and the dock before plunging into the water.
Back at the cabin, Gretchen heated up a lasagna she'd made and we dined out on the screened-in porch.
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In recent weeks Gretchen had gradually come to hate her nearly three-year-old Motorola smartphone. It was, among other things, being unresponsive to her taps on its screen. She managed to seal its fate the other day when she and Gilly walked up the Farm Road to Georges' saltwater pool and went for swim. Gretchen had forgotten about her phone, which was tucked in her bra at the time. All it took was a brief dunk in that mildly-saline solution and it stopped working. It actually worked for a few seconds after the dunking, but then the screen went black. After that, it continued to show signs of life by vibrating every now and then in possible response to messages sent from servers. But it was unusable. So before coming up to the cabin today, Gretchen bought a new phone (another Motorolla of some sort, though not out of any brand loyalty). She'd brought it with her to the cabin, and I was able to pry the back off using a spudger. (I have a cellphone repair kit in the cabin, naturally.) This gave it a better chance to dry out, though all I could get it to do was randomly assert its vibration motor.
At some point I got a cryptic Facebook message from Sara Poiron about Maga and Pennsylvania, and it turned out that Donald Trump had just survived an assassination attempt. There was a photo of him with a bloody ear, though it later turned out that he'd been hit with a shard of glass thrown from something a bullet had actually hit. It rather reminded me of the various assassinations attempted against Hitler by Nazi "RINOs." Really? We missed being completely rid of Donald Trump by only a few inches? This is not to say that assassination is something our society should depend on when its political system falls into disrepair. In a healthy country, Donald Trump would've been peacefully eliminated from contention many filters ago.
I stayed up fairly late tonight working on my SolArk Buddy, implementing nearly all of what it needed to serve both as a SolArk serial parser and an ESP8266 weather monitor & remote controller.
One of the many all-yellow coreopsis northwest of the cabin.
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An all-yellow coreopsis being visited by a hoverfly.
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