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It's early, 7:00, of course. Breakfast is at 8:00 in Bemus and yoga at 10:00 in Lakewood, so I'd better get busy and finish the blog before heading to Bemus Point. It's foggy out, like yesterday, and 36°. I had a rough night — waking at 2:00, reading for a while, before finally drifting back to sleep around 3:15, according to my Apple Watch.
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| Long Point Snow And Ice |
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| Trail Of Hemlocks |
Yesterday, Wednesday, was a miserable day weather-wise. Up at 7:00, I wasn't sure what to do with myself beyond reading, listening to a podcast, writing the blog, and having breakfast. After getting a few things done, I decided to try hiking out to Long Point and back — a short, manageable trail. I drove over to the park and found mine was the only car in the marina lot. Fortunately, Evie had reminded me to bring my crampons in case it was icy. It was — and then some. The trails were snow-covered with occasional drifts a foot high. I took my time, poles in hand, and navigated without much fear of falling. At the tip, I came across a couple of Amish men fishing beside their tents. On the way back, I was surprised to see a young girl jogging in shorts on the snowy trail, while I was bundled in three layers with my hood up. I assumed she was a cross-country runner from Maple Grove, the local girls' cross-country powerhouse.
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| Shorts And Running Shoes |
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| Renovation Of The Seldom Used Bathhouse |
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| Bemus Bay From Long Point |
When I got home, Evie was putting the finishing touches on the dinner we're bringing to my sister's — we'll be spending the night in Euclid. For lunch, I had lentil soup and a toasted cheese sandwich with Wegman's all-fruit jam, then watched another episode of Alex Rider.
Neither of us did much the rest of the afternoon, as usual. I was happy to be inside with my book while fog and drizzle filled the air. We had our wine at 5:00 and dinner at 6:30 — leftover Shenandoah chicken and a salad. We watched another documentary, then started a new Netflix series called How to Get Rich From Belfast. It's as wild as its title suggests, but we may give it another episode. After Evie went to bed, I was watching TV when I kept hearing strange noises outside. I checked outside twice before realizing it was thunder and lightning. There's something genuinely strange about sitting in the middle of winter, listening to thunder while rain pours and lightning flashes outside.
On February 13 and 14, President Donald J. Trump’s representatives filed three applications with the United States Patent and Trademark Office to trademark his name for future use on an airport. As trademark lawyer Josh Gerben of Gerben IP noted, the application also covers merchandise branded “President Donald J. Trump International Airport,” “Donald J. Trump International Airport,” and “DJT,” including “clothing, handbags, luggage, jewelry, watches, and tie clips.”
After a Florida state lawmaker proposed putting Trump’s name on the Palm Beach International Airport, Jason Garcia of Seeking Rents today reported that the Florida legislature is currently pushing through measures to change the name of that airport to the “Donald J. Trump International Airport.” The amount of money proposed in Florida’s budget to make the change is $2,750,000, but Garcia notes this is likely a placeholder: the budget request is for $5.5 million.
There is a black and white (alas, not orange) male cat on the flabby side that we call “Panda”. He pisses on every other place in our garden signing himself in to claim territories but he is yet to be liked enough to be owned. T.
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