the Walnut Diary

Bet’s in full elf-mode.  The back of the pickup was full for the morning run to the farm.  Last I saw of her she had commandeered my bench and was decorating a little fir tree which has been struggling along in a window as a house plant.  I noticed a few problems of hue and scale in the project, but she continues undaunted.

The snow is due for a coating of rain, which may make for interesting navigation up this way, but the big story is the refugee situation.  According to the T.V. news, airports are full of the poor lost souls, each pining to join relatives on the other side of the continent.  I guess swaps are out of the question.

Two-day delays in Vancouver, Toronto and Montreal have piled up the feeder flights and produced a new definition of hell, airline style.  Forget firey crashes:  hell is a slow death of hard chairs, interminable waits, lineups to nowhere, and confusion — with no real prospect of a solution, at least in the short time frame which passes for historical context among Christmas travelers.

Hope things are going well down your way.

Rod