Saturday: very quiet day, very pretty

I took a walk around the block with a highly interrupted phone convo with M. — her husband M. is away for a few days and she has the kids. I have been having this kind of highly interrupted phone conversation with various people for so many years that I am actually worried that some day they might stop happening, when everyone’s kids are older! I will miss them, so I am enjoying them in the meantime. The random is something else again. Nothing quite like it, really!

R. took A. out on the tandem. They went to Maynard and got lunch at McD’s.

I walked around the block with M.

I will probably head out a bit later to do the long walk by myself, but R. is currently out for a bike ride so I will wait until he returns. Probably.

Leaving the Country

On October 2nd, when we were driving to Northampton to close on a piece of land we want to build a retirement home on, on a day when we were not listening to the news and I had not yet checked in on twitter and so forth _and thus did not know about the White House superspreader event yet_, I floated an idea I had been thinking about for a while. In general, politicians are supposed to display sporting behavior — they are supposed to deliver a speech conceding to their opponent(s). _Not all politicians do this_. Sometimes, the race is close, and so you do not know for a while. Sometimes, there are shenanigans. Once in a while, you get someone (I vaguely recall this happening in Colorado), who just disappears rather than deliver the speech.

I have the orange one figured as a a Won’t Deliver the Speech Type. I also figure there is a good chance that there will be no basis for contesting the election. This produces the question: what happens next?

So on October 2nd — before I even entertained the very real possibility that orange guy might find some other way to evade delivering a concession speech — I was floating the possibility of getting on that plane and going to visit a friend in another part of the Northern Hemisphere.

I was rapidly talked out of this. There is no way he is getting on that plane (and definitely not with the whatsits).

OK, sure, fine, but I am pretty sure there are other planes.

We then discussed other destinations. My choice #2 is UAE, where Erik Prince moved. R. pointed out that they had recently normalized relations with Israel (I have not checked this). We both went, oooooh, that does fix the in-law problem, doesn’t it.

I then floated this idea to a variety of other people, most of whom pooh-poohed it pretty vigorously. Which I do not really understand because, I mean, seriously, why _can’t_ the most powerful man in the free world get on a plane and go somewhere? The argument that it has never happened before was not raised because it is risible. And you can say whatever you want, but it is pretty hard to imagine who would be able to stop him.

Then he goes and says it with his out loud voice. I mean, minus the details, but still.