Today, once again thanks to information provided by my west coast brother, is 'National Presidential Joke Day.' Honestly, I just don't know what to make of that. I don't know any good presidential jokes, do you? It seems like I've already been bombarded with 2024 election information for months, and none of it seems very funny. So I have turned my weary mind to another special day. It's 'Mountain Day' in Japan and that sounds like a much more serene day to me. I love Japanese paintings of misty scenes of distant mountains. Sometimes, on cloudy or foggy mornings, the view from my 10th floor balcony looks like a Japanese painting (if you can imagine the mountains in the distance). One of my favorite times, when taking a driving trip west, is my first sight of mountains in the distance. Northwest, they gradually take shape as large and snow capped, and southwest, they are red and tan stone and often take the shape, in my mind, of sleeping giants. From the glorious Sierra Nevadas of the west to the blue mountains of the eastern Smokies, I have always found mountains to be very calming (when I'm looking at them, not so much when I'm driving through them.) Still much more satisfying to think about that politics. I know I'm playing ostrich but I think they like mountains too.
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