Beginnings

Holy Crap!  I looked at my calendar this morning and realized today is... Saturday!!  Son of a bitch!  A bit of uniformity in regard to my schedule would go a long way towards making things normal.  That isn't to say that in reality I'm a normal person... I'm not.  Far from it.
As I'd said earlier, Elton's coming to Hershey.  Originally I had set myself up for the Verified Fan pre-sale to happen on 11/20.  On 11/14 I went into Ticketmaster to verify the time, thinking I was going to be at work when the sale started, and saw that the Amex pre-sale was going to start in just 2 hours.  I bought 2 tickets.  The Verified Fan sale came and went, all I received was an email telling me I had been put on a waiting list.  Yesterday tickets for the 4/20 show actually went on sale.  Being the curious type, I went into check prices.  Tickets in the same row as mine now cost over $600 in resale, more than 3 times what I had paid.  Floor tickets being resold were going for... are you ready for this?  $3888 per seat.  Son of a bitch!  I don't know about you but I think that's a little too pricey.
Oh, and saw that an associate of Giuliani is willing to testify that Demon Nunes, himself, met with Ukrainian officials in an attempt to get dirt on the Bidens.  In case you didn't know, this whole fixation on both father and son can be traced back to 2016.  After the Idiot Jerk won the presidency and stunned the world, sane minds began searching for the best candidate to beat him in 2020.  The name most frequently at the top of every poll and on everybody's lips was Joe Biden.  The GOP, already terrified they were going to be voted out of power in 2020, and knowing their fraudulent ways were incapable of unifying the country, made what they considered the best decision poossible under those circumstances:  get dirt on Biden.  And, they proceeded to try and do just that, with the Idiot Jerk in the White House egging them on, providing absolutely no restraints.  And now we discover that Demon Nunes was busy with a shitty little shovel in his hand, digging in the dirt as well.  Hhhmm.  I can see another eye-roll coming.
And the other day while I was out cleaning up the yard (I have big dogs, remember), I snapped a picture of Big Seig just standing their, watching the world pass by.

He almost looks tiny, doesn't he?  From the pic you might find it difficult to believe he weighs 118 pounds, that's 52.39 Kg for those of you living every where but in the United States.  Such a baby he is.

The Dog at the Top of the Stairs

Today is Tuesday and it's my little Friday - little because it's at the end of a 3 day work week.  Tomorrow my weekend begins.  This means my next 40 hour work week starts on Friday.  Which is going to be a bit of a groan day for me.  My brother-in-law bought tickets for a chick concert on Friday night for he and my sister.  She doesn't want to go, so I got her ticket.  Someone named Grace Potter, no relation to Harry as far as I know.  I watched one of her videos and there wasn't a guy to be seen, hence my calling it a chick concert.  I'm not saying there aren't going to be men in the audience, just that we might be a minority.
Of course, after seeing Elton last Friday, comparisons are going to be made.  There's no way of avoiding them.
Outside right now we have drizzle.  The temp is going to drop as an arctic blast sweeps east.  Hopefully Thursday will be warm enough for me to mulch my leaves.  Coming home from work yesterday I was stopped by one of my neighbors who remarked on my amazing ginkgo leaf drop.  "It looks like a golden blanket on the ground," she said.
Last night as I was heading up to bed I saw Lily standing at the top of the stairs, with a toy in her mouth, so I took a pic.  My mind immediately flashed on that old thriller "The Dark at the Top of the Stairs."

Here's my version.  I call it "Dog at the top of the Stairs."

Cute, huh?
Anyway, I saw the courts handed the Idiot Jerk another defeat in regard to his taxes yesterday.  A day doesn't seem to pass without someone handing that scumbag more bad news.  Now, doesn't that warm the cockles of your heart?  If he hadn't been such a dirty crook all of his life he'd have nothing to worry about.
Oh, and I saw the Junior Idiot had to cut short some sort of book presentation because of protesters.
He actually said there was going to be no Q & A because people would weaponize his words.  I had to laugh at that.  I mean, he'd have no worries if he wasn't such a shit stain.  I'm sure the realization has set in for the Idiot Jerk's family.  Whereas when I look up the staircase I see a cute little Boxer with a toy in her mouth, when they look up the stairs all they see is deep, frightening darkness.