We’ve got a winter storm parked over our house. Two feet of snow are projected to fall in the next day. Fueled with coffee, waffles, and bacon, the boys are shoveling out the cars. I think. I might have to go upstairs to yell.
Now that waffles and bacon are done, I need to hunker down to the freelance work. Interviews need to get scheduled. Tracking down the right people, and then going back and forth, back and forth to set up the appointment is a loathsome chore. So, let me procrastinate with some links.
The second daughter got a modeling contract, after the inauguration. “Ms. Emhoff throws a crocheted grenade at the image of typical D.C. political offspring, with a style that could be termed Wes Anderson chic.”
As part of our on-going challenge to find a new place to hike and eat within an hour of our house every weekend, we drove to New Hope in Bucks County, PA yesterday. Had a lovely lunch at the restaurant/hotel at The River House. Then we walked on the towpath along the old Delaware River canal. (Before the railroads, crap was hauled between NYC and Philadelphia with canals dug along the side of the Delaware River.) We couldn’t hike for too long, because the blizzard began. We might have to change the rules of this game and go back here soon. More pictures here.
The teachers in Chicago are about to go on strike. I’m growing numb to horror of all of this, but I shouldn’t be. Those kids are so totally screwed. I thought we had convinced more lefties that schools should stay open, but then David Brooks opened his mouth, which lead to a predictable backlash.