I awoke this morning to an inch or so of soggy snow. Of course I had to go out and play in it!
If you live in the United States, I hope you’ve already sent or delivered your ballot, and found a way to vote early and safely. If not, you have until Tuesday, to figure it out!
Yes, that’s my ballot today, on its way into the town drop box. My civic duty done, for now, anyway. No lines, no waiting!
Monday, October 12: After a night in my own bed, surrounded by cats happy I was home, I headed to northern Vermont to visit my sister and brother-in-law. Beans were drying by the woodstove, there were quarts of tomatoes on the counter, and I’d brought the remaining squash to turn into soup.
Three of us planned to meet at a campsite in south central Vermont. Along the way, two of us Quaker Knitting Goddesses were going to converge on the home of another, bringing lunch. The above platter was what happened as I started to lay out salmon, chicken, cucumbers, cheese, onions, hard boiled egg, and some cherry tomatoes on that bed of lettuce. But this is one of those times when careful planning fell apart – when I arrived to meet up with the other camper, and shut off the Roadtrek, it didn’t have enough battery to start again. Twice! Fortunately I have jumper cables. When I got it going the second time I went directly to my mechanic (another hour on the road to get home again) who gave me a loaner battery, thereby saving our camping trip, but it meant we aborted the lunch together. A new battery that’s really the right size for my rig will come in in a few days. Sigh.
There will be more posts about our time in the Green Mountain National Forest, but here’s a photo of our compound.
No matter where you live, if you can vote, you should vote. In the United States, there are well over 200,000 people who have died from Covid, who won’t have that right, responsibility, opportunity.