It's all over but the punditry.

One problem with only writing blog posts on Sunday is that when stuff happens early in the week -- say, an overwhelming win at the ballot box for Democrats on the preceding Tuesday -- there has been so much said about it in the interim that one risks being redundant. But I feel like I should say something. So here goes. 

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Of what, only time will tell.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty sweet, right? And even though a couple of races are still undecided, they hardly matter in the grand scheme of things. One could wish that the Democrats had won 60 Senate seats, not just 54 or 55, to ensure a veto-proof majority. But I have a feeling there may be enough Republicans willing to cross the aisle, after reading the tea leaves for the future of their party, to override any presidential vetos that are too crazy.

Because Trump's power over the American political scene appears to be very much diminished -- and he might know it. Ryan Bort of Rolling Stone observed that Trump seemed to roll through all five stages of grief on Tuesday; by late that evening, he seemed to have accepted that none of his usual antics -- claiming the election was rigged, etc. -- would work this time. The margins were just too big.

Here's a funny thing: Trump has been saying all summer that people should vote as if he were on the ballot. After his party was shellacked this week, he tried to claim that Republicans would have done better if he had actually been on the ballot -- completely, and possibly deliberately, missing that voters had actually done what he'd asked. Too many people hate what he's done to this country. Too many of his erstwhile supporters have had their faces eaten by leopards. 

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What annoyed me is how fast the political pundits turned to 2028. We hadn't even recovered from the hangovers from Tuesday night's celebrations before breathless commentators began speculating on What This Means for the Next Presidential Election. 

Guys, c'mon. Nobody knows what it means. Not yet. A lot depends on how the next two years play out. Will the Democrats give voters what they want? And what, exactly, do they want? Cheaper gas and groceries, vengeance on Trump and his Project 2025 minions, or both? Some congressional Democrats are saying they can walk and chew gum at the same time, but there are already articles out there talking about the "fragile" Democratic coalition and how it could fall apart. You can almost smell them jonesing for the "Dems in disarray" storyline.

There will be jockeying for control, of course, and the corporatist wing of the party appears to be running scared. The Washington Post ran an op-ed on Wednesday claiming that it was centrist Democrats who really won this week and that progressives will still be relatively powerless in Washington. (The author, Oliver Libby, wrote a book called Strong Floor, No Ceiling, published last year, which he is trying to turn into a "radically moderate" political movement, whatever that means.) But it's clear to me, at least, that centrist candidates didn't do so well this year -- not on the federal level and not on the state level, either. Seems like progressives did better than anybody expected they would.

Just keep in mind, y'all, that all of this punditry is speculation right now. Nobody's even been sworn in yet. 

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Yesterday, I remembered that thing I posted about in July: there was a big, annual astrological event in August, the Lion's Gate, happening at the same time as some other auspicious astrological events, and together they were supposed to usher in a new day. 

I dunno. Maybe this is the dawning of that new day.

Stay tuned, as they say on TV.

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This and that.

 A blessed Samhain to you all. Yes, I know it was yesterday, but I'm told that in some traditions, it's still Samhain season 'til Yule. I'm leaving my decorations up for the next few days anyhow -- at least through Día de Muertos tomorrow. 

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You can see, in the upper right-hand corner of this pic, the mini-split has been installed. The installers finished up this week, and not a moment too soon, as it is getting colder here. Although I do still have to run the A/C in the living room during the day sometimes because the fabulous wall o' windows heats the room up like crazy, even in the winter. 

Oh, and I learned a thing about mini-split systems this week: If you have more than one internal head attached to the same outdoor unit, you cannot run the internal units on auto. That's because the outdoor unit can only do one thing at a time -- it can either heat or cool, but not both. So if you set all the internal units to auto, and one decides it needs to be heating while another thinks it needs to be cooling, the outside unit will get confused and shut one or the other of them down. The installers might have told me that at some point, but if they did, it didn't register -- until one of the units shut down on me. I figured out what had happened with a bit of frantic googling.

Back to the photo: You may have noticed a little dark triangle on the ceiling between the mini-split and the picture over the mantel. That's one of the places where the installers cut into the ceiling to run the lines from the three heads to the outdoor unit. They still have to send their subcontractor over to patch those holes and paint. Hopefully that will get done this week or next, because Tigs is starting to eye those holes like he'd like to jump up in there.

And no wonder. His mama brought him a baby sister a few weeks ago! 

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Her name is Deenie. (The rescue folks named her Sardine, but I was not having it. And I've always maintained that it doesn't matter if you rename a cat; it's not like they come when you call.) She is just now a year old, give or take. She is gray and white with the cutest little curlicue of white on her back, and she has amber eyes (I've never had a cat with amber eyes before) and is full of big kitten energy. 

I'd like to tell you that Tigs was immediately smitten, but I'd be lying. It hasn't been super rocky, but there have been a few times that I've questioned my life choices. I think maybe he likes her now, most of the time. They spent at least a half-hour chilling on the bed with me this morning. 

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And then she stretched out a paw and touched him, he bit her, and she fled. 

We'll get there. Eventually.

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I suppose at some point I'll have to say something about the midterm election. The thing is that I don't want to jinx it. Those who claim to know these things say it's looking good for the Democrats to take control of the House of Representatives, and maybe even the Senate. Whether it'll be a blue tsunami is the question, and given my track record when it comes to political prognostication, I'd rather not hazard a guess.

I will say, though, that I'm getting pretty tired of every election being The Most Important In Our Lifetime and therefore we have to Vote For The Candidate Best Able to Defeat The Other Guys, Who Are Basically Satan. I've begun to suspect that that argument is put forward by the folks currently in power, Republicans and Democrats alike, to encourage voters to reject anyone who's not an incumbent or who is at least handpicked by the party leaders because they won't rock the party's boat. I've been gratified this time around to see some handpicked candidates and incumbents lose to candidates who don't toe the party line. 

Part of it this year is that voters are frustrated that those in power on both sides of the aisle haven't done more to rein in the craziness of Trump and his minions. But I'm hopeful that some voters, at least, are looking to support candidates who aren't beholden to the parties' big donors and are willing to work toward enacting programs that will benefit regular people.

We'll know this time next weekend how it all turns out. Stay tuned.

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Curmudgeon's Corner: "Helpful" packaging that ain't helpful.

We are full well into autumn now, here in the Northern Hemisphere, and with Samhain just around the corner, it's time to take stock of what we've harvested this year. More on that next week, maybe.

It's also the sort of time when little gripes grab our attention. Take, for example, the packaging of the two items in the photo below. (I'm not complaining abou the spices -- they're fine.)

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(Yes, I'm calling out Albertson's/Safeway. They appear to be the worst offenders, at least to me.)

Remember back in the old days, when ziploc bags were first introduced, and we all thought it would be great if they were added to everything? Yeah. Sometimes it's good, and sometimes it's not. Take the shredded cheese packet on the left. Pros: There's a ziploc at the top of the package, hooray! Cons: the zipper part is kinda faulty. The sides don't match up exactly. So I really have to concentrate when I shut the bag, or else the zipper doesn't zip, and I end up with dried-out cheese the next time I use it. This doesn't always happen, but it happens often enough that I'm annoyed by it every time.

Frozen veggies from this store's brand also have ziploc closures installed -- but the zipper isn't at the very top of the bag. Instead, it's positioned about an inch down from the top on one side, forming a sort of envelope closure, and it doesn't go all the way across. That works fine when the bag is mostly full, but it's a stupid design when I'm trying to extract the last of the contents; invariably some get caught in the top portion of the bag, above the zipper, and I have to fight to get it all out.

Speaking of having to fight to get the last of something out, let's look at that half-and-half carton. Kudos for using waxed paperboard instead of plastic. But the "convenient" spout on the side of the carton makes it a real pain to get the last bit out. If I open up one of the sides that's folded in and make a spout, as generations of schoolchildren had to do with small cartons of milk from the cafeteria, invariably another serving of half-and-half pours right out. 

If I were the suspicious sort, I would wonder whether these "convenient" closures have been added to these packages to make consumers give up in frustration and buy more of the same product sooner. They wouldn't actually do that, would they? 

Or would they?

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I've sometimes wondered why manufacturers of cereal packaging don't put ziploc closures on their products. Seems like a no-brainer: the cereal would stay fresher longer, especially for folks who live in humid parts of the country. Nothing like a big bowl of mushy cereal to get your morning off to a great start, amirite?

But, see, if they did that, people wouldn't get so disgusted by soggy cereal that they'd throw it out and buy a new box.

We could count the ways that Big Grocery tries to trick us into wasting their products so that we give them money for new stuff before it's strictly necessary. And I'm happy to do that (I'm taking nominees!). But wouldn't it be great if manufacturers were honest and actually acted to make our lives easier, instead of just claiming to while tricking us into spending more? Especially when prices for everything keep going up and up?

Yeah, I know, they'll get right on that. Right after we get universal healthcare in this country.

Which is to say that I'm not holding my breath.

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My life is in a small device.

I am writing this post on Saturday afternoon while waiting to get my phone back from the repair place. I took it in for repairs because I've been seeing this screen way too often: 

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I've also been getting an ominous warning fairly frequently when I charge it -- that it's stopping at 80% charged until the phone cools down. And yes, when I get that message, the phone is warm to the touch.

It turns out the battery in my iPhone SE (3rd generation) was 76% degraded. So it's getting a new battery installed.

Since I have no life without my phone, I am here at home on my laptop, writing this week's post about ... my phone.

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The iPhone SE (3rd generation) was released on March 18, 2022. I bought mine the following month. I'm not usually an early adopter -- I had a perfectly serviceable 2nd generation SE at the time -- but Apple sucked me in with the promise of lightning-fast 5G service, which the 2nd-generation phone wouldn't support. As I was newly retired and intended to keep my phone for a really long time, I went ahead and got the 5G-enabled phone.

The SE models never really caught on; people seem to want to carry massive electronic slabs these days. But I like the smaller size. It fits in the pockets of all of my slacks (although it's a tight fit in a couple of them), so I don't have to carry a purse if I don't want to. I've got the phone in a wallet-type case that has just enough slots for my driver's license, my debit card, and my all-important buy-nine-salads-get-the-tenth-free punch card from the boutique grocery store near the office.

It cannot be overstated how much having a computer in my pocket has changed my life. It's not just that it feeds my social-media doomscrolling habit; it also provides ready access to news, weather, and entertainment. I blogged here not long ago about how many daily games I've gotten used to playing; they're all on my phone, of course. (Update: I'm playing Connections off and on these days. I'd love to update my Flow Free streak for you, but alas, that info is on my phone.)

The older I get, the more limiting the print on a small screen is becoming. But I want to keep the phone to a small form factor, so I'm mildly interested in the new flip-phone models. I might eventually get one. But I'm going to wait to see how it goes with this new battery. And I'll also see how long Apple keeps supporting my SE. Once they stop pushing down updates to its security and operating systems, I'll have to consider getting a different model. Mama Google's best guess on that is another three to five years. But only Apple knows for sure, and they're not telling.

I also wonder whether you can even get a physical wallet for one of these new flip phones. I mean, my driver's license and debit card can be added to my phone electronically, but my free-salad punch card can't!

(Good thing I'm not itching to get an iPhone Duo; they won't be released until this week, and already they're backordered into January.)

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It's a little scary how much I depend on my phone. After dropping it off, I went to run some other errands, including picking up something I'd ordered -- the order number for which was, of course, in an email on my phone. Luckily they were able to find the order with my phone number.

Also, random questions pop into my brain during the day, and I'll often pull out my phone to look up the answer on the spot. Not today, babycakes! I suppose I could have made a note to look up those questions later, but I didn't have pen and paper handy. And why should I? There's a notes app on my phone.

I suppose this digital detox is good for me, even if it's only for an afternoon. But that doesn't mean I'll be going cold turkey anytime soon. By the time you read this, I'll happily have my phone back, and all this whining will be but a memory.

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What's your cell phone situation these days? Are you carrying a slab, a folding phone, or (you brave soul!) nothing at all?

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