October 30, 2025
Aren't we a gang of cuties?


Back on top of the game.  What I want to talk about is using "not feeding people" as a political weapon.  No I don't really want to talk about it, but it is consuming my mind.  I am so disgusted with the political scene, I can't even begin.  But I would like to write about people caring for one another, even if that sounds squishy.  The joy of life comes in community, comes in harmony, in the sharing of differences and likenesses. The joy of life is in music and art and nature and children playing in the street.  The fact that we have priced ourselves out of reasonable livings and now are dependent on the government to feed a huge percentage of the population is terrible and it cannot be used as a lever to make billionaires richer no matter your political bent.  Alright, I promised not to be political in this Blog, but this one is hitting me in the wallet, and children who aren't eating well don't learn well.  That is my bottom line.   

These are more photos from the month.


Today I did not get a ride in, but I did accomplish a few businessy things and I worked this afternoon.  I also printed and framed the photo I put in the show.  I'm excited about this new show going up.  A lot of the artists brought their work in today and it's amazing what a cross section of the community is participating this year.



Tomorrow is Halloween.   I'll photograph outside LAVA  while I accept artwork from the artists.  It's also Greenfield Art Walk and the silent auction is happening inside the Center.   There's some really nice stuff.  If you're nearby come bid on something you love.

Then on Saturday, while we continue to hang the Community Art Show we will begin November Write and are offering a place for people to come and write either alone, or in community.

There are like 5 different events happening at LAVA between 4 tomorrow and 5 on Sunday and I am supposed to be at all of them.  




My sister, Margie is coming to visit the Vt. contingency tonight.  Nate is coming with her and her granddaughter, Zoe, who will trick or treat with Eliza tomorrow night.  18 year old's are very important to 3 year old's.  It's very cool, cousins are important.   


 

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