Larry came by this morning with a colander full of fresh lettuce
and jalapeños, and we sat down for a minute to discuss U.S. politics,
which is, as usual during this time, horrible and we don’t know
if we, as a country, will survive it, but we congratulate each other
for choosing to live safe out here with the chiggers and ticks
even if the ticks this year are carrying Alpha-Gal and the chiggers
are especially itchy and we have to slather ourselves with
Deep Woods Off and buy Tick Keys from Amazon to pick off
the damned ticks that sneak past our chemical barriers and
we ask one another, “are we safe?” living due south from
Whitman Air force Base in Missouri where our entire fleet of B-2
bombers are positioned, all nineteen of them, the ones with
that stealth technology and ability to fly long range undetected by
enemy radar, the ones that cost over 2 billion dollars to build
and are parked all-in-one place and that place 200-odd miles
due north from us. Then, we spend a minute calculating wind patterns
and sussing out if a bomb went off up in Missouri, would we
get fallout. After that, we decided to stop future-tripping and plan
to meet for dinner Friday. I’ll make a pear pie and ribs, lettuce salad
and maybe beans with some of those jalapeños Larry brought
and if we survive, we’ll salute ourselves for living safe one more week.
