The year is almost over, and I feel as if I should write some final post. But I feel too exhausted to say anything worthwhile. This time of year always makes me feel exhausted. Of course, I feel exhausted all year long, but even more exhausted now, maybe due to the lack if light.
It makes me wish that we could all go into hibernation for the winter. I know that I have blogged about that before, but I am too exhausted to track down the post to link to it.
When I look at this Walgreens Christmas bird, I have to wonder—is its plumage supposed to be plaid? Or is it wearing a plaid coat that is form-fitted to its wing and tail feathers?
Also, I find it somewhat ironic that the Christmas bird is not considered suitable for children. So remember, kids, you may admire the Christmas bird from a distance, but do not approach!
Cormorants on the pilings . . .
. . . an airplane in flight . . .
. . . the Woodrow Wilson Bridge illuminated by the setting sun . . .
November is over.
(When I came up with the idea for this post, I guess that I must have forgotten that November has only thirty days, because I thought that I would be writing on the last day of November, and I would start with “November is almost over.”)
But anyway, November is over.
The political text messages for Breana have (mostly) stopped coming.
The Halloween decorations have all come down (except for that one house that I drive by occasionally that has had a twelve-foot skeleton in the front yard for over a year).
And I have reached the point when I realize that I have done pathetically few blog posts for this year, and try to make up for it. I will probably do that with photos. I didn’t start this blog to post pictures. I start it to write. But I haven’t had time to write much in recent years.
And so I will post pictures, like this tree:
or perhaps the long view of the tree:
Or maybe I will do nothing at all.
