Just My Luck

Monday is the day after Sunday, of this I am sure.

I found a 4-leaf clover this morning without really even looking: the presidential candidacy of Donald Trump, an early sign of spring in an otherwise foreboding pasture of old age, climate change etc etc.

I‘d finished reading Elizabeth Kolbert’s piece (‘A Vast Experiment: The Climate Crisis from A to Z’) in The New Yorker late last night, now knowing that the world will end with the November 28, 2022 issue. It seems that the things we already know now outweigh the things we don’t already know and are tipping the scales in favor of some sort of oblivion.

My love affair with Queen Helen Mirren has sadly come to an end, having learned she’s starring in something called “1923,” a prequel to the wretched “Yellowstone” starring Kevin Costner as a pre-quelled MAGA character who owns a ranch in Wyoming of all places. 

Did anyone notice that the Keystone Pipeline ruptured Wednesday night near a creek in northern Kansas, spilling about 14,000 barrels of oil, equivalent, according to its operator TC Energy, to about 588,000 gallons, roughly the capacity of an Olympic-sized swimming pool? The Pipeline, which runs from Alberta, Canada and travels through Montana and North Dakota on its way south, was a pet Republican project, part of that party’s initiative to “pursue a bold agenda of growth and opportunity for all.”