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November 10, 2025

I didn’t let Peter and Maya know this, but I sat through our whole zoom call last night on the verge of tears. Not sad tears. It’s not like anything happened during this zoom call to warrant tears, but I was just so damn happy. Happy to be playing a pub quiz with them (it’s a thing we do), happy to watch them eating a dinner that looked great (they had made chicken shwarma w/ zadziki and pickled onions, and at some point shared a beer out of the can), and happy to get a glimpse of their new apartment. Peter gave us a brief zoom tour.. a new TV, a new rug, etc. They were sitting at the IKEA table they’d assembled a few weeks ago and look to have accumulated a lot of both essential items and decorative items. It looked very cozy. I sensed some pride in what they’d put together, the two of them.

The picture is a fuzzy, dark screen shot (best I can do on the sly) and shows Maya and Peter discretely conferring on an answer. They’ll go on to soundly defeat us (19 to 12, which also makes me happy).

I was absolutely certain of 8 (out of 30!) answers last night, 6 of which were correct. Lol. Jim, as usual came through. And yet.. P&M way outplayed us.

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In other news: I applied for Social Security tonight. Turning the big 7-0 in January. Free money arrives starting in either Feb or Mar. I’m pretty stoked about this.

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In terrible political news, the dems caved on the shut down and, an hour ago, the Senate moved to re-open the gov.

Says Ezra Klein:

Shutdowns are an opportunity to make an argument, and the country was just starting to pay attention. If Trump wanted to cancel flights over Thanksgiving rather than keep health care costs down, I don’t see why Democrats should save him from making his priorities so exquisitely clear. And I worry that Democrats have just taught Trump that they will fold under pressure. That’s the kind of lesson he remembers.

Says Rick Wilson:

As always, Democratic elected officials crave political death.

They are the all-time champions of snatching defeat out of the slavering jaws of victory at the last possible second, the most deeply committed gamblers when they’ve been told the cards are marked, the deck is stacked, the house is crooked, and the dealer is in on the con. 

Last night, eight “moderate” Democrats got played. 

Conned. Rooked. Pantsed. Pumped and dumped. Rode hard and put away wet. 

It was a colossal leadership failure, and Chuck Schumer should resign as Minority Leader immediately if he had a shred of honor or shame. 

And by the way, Schumer may be voting “no,” but this travesty happened because he wanted it to happen. 

If Schumer were Mitch McConnell, he’d tell these Senators that supporting Trump (because that’s what this is) will lead to their immediate removal from committees, elimination of their staff down to minimal levels, taking away their “hideaway” offices, and a portfolio of other large and small cruelties. Cocaine Mitch, say what you will, was stronger as a Minority Leader with his caucus than Chuck Schumer was as Majority Leader.

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The Republicans cannot believe their luck. They get to end the shutdown, blame it on Democrats, and go back to the MAGA base and say, “We killed Obamacare at last!”

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Oh, for all this sacrifice, you got a vote.

You handed Donald Trump and the GOP a 2026 lifeline for a single show vote, one you know the House will kill and Trump will veto.

Oh, bra-vo.

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Democrats will get no credit for this.

None. Zero. Zip.

The shutdown was Donald Trump’s stinkbomb, with Mike Johnson and John Thune holding the same reeking tarball. Now? The Democrats get to wear it, too. They went from principled fighters to collaborators. 

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Base demoralization.

Democratic voters had a great night last Tuesday. 

Obviously, Chuck Schumer’s eight proxies decided to ignore the winning message and decided to rescue a Republican-made crisis and get…nothing. 

No policy win, no accountability, no political scalp. That breeds “why do we even vote for these people?” energy…which is poison in a cycle where turnout is king.

It was the equivalent of telling everyone who has worked, marched, organized, voted, and donated in the last year, “Nah, never mind. Turns out we mean, ‘Yes, King Donald.’”

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Media “both sides” laundering.

By helping end the shutdown, Democrats give the Beltway press a way to say, “See? Washington can work!” That muddies the key message that Republicans caused this disaster and should be punished for it. Every poll blamed the GOP. Every. Damn. Poll.

Now? “Democrats end their shutdown. Republicans relieved over bipartisan compromise.

The MAGA Civil War gets delayed. 

This shutdown was exposing the internal GOP clown show. 

But if Democrats save them, it lets the vulnerable Rs and the leadership live another day. “See? We got it done.” Democrats accidentally stabilize the very people who created the crisis.

Hostage-taking is now validated.

Once Democrats show they’ll pay the ransom to spare the country pain, Republicans learn the obvious lesson: do it again.

Ben Nevis

September 4, 2025

We got a text this morning saying, “We made it!”

Thrilled for them. Ben Nevis is the highest mountain in Scotland, Great Britain and the British Isles. It’s 4413′. Here’s where it is.. right about where Fort William is.

More info about the mountain is below.

Here are the pictures they sent:

The summit is a huge rocky plateau with a number of structures, a war memorial and a former observatory. Looks socked in!

I’m not seeing a clear trail in the spot where Peter is here, but I believe there is a common route to the top, used by 3/4s of the folks who climb Ben Nevis. There is also an annual road race to the summit. (Says Wikipedia.)

Looks like the weather cleared for a nice view!

Jim and I drove through this highland range (the Grampian Mountains) in May of 2019 when we spent two weeks in England and Scotland (11 days in Scotland and 3 days in Canterbury for Rob and Charlotte’s wedding). I’m not sure we saw Ben Nevis per se — could’ve been hiding behind mountains — but we definitely looked at that Grampian range! Gorgeous. Here are two photos I took back in 2019.. Ben Nevis must be somewhere in there!

Anyway… this is from Wikipedia:

Ben Nevis (/ˈnɛvɪs/ NEV-issScottish GaelicBeinn Nibheis, Scottish Gaelic pronunciation: [pe(ɲ) ˈɲivɪʃ]) is the highest mountain in Scotland, the United Kingdom, and the British Isles. Ben Nevis stands at the western end of the Grampian Mountains in the Highland region of Lochaber, close to the town of Fort William.

The mountain is a popular destination, attracting an estimated 150,000 visitors a year,[4] around three-quarters of whom use the Mountain Track from Glen Nevis.[5] The mountain has hosted a foot race since 1898. The 700-metre (2,300 ft) cliffs of the north face are among the highest in Scotland, providing classic scrambles and rock climbs of all difficulties for climbers and mountaineers. They are also the principal locations in Scotland for ice climbing. The cliffs of the north face can be viewed from the Charles Inglis Clark Memorial Hut, a private alpine hut.

The summit is 1,345 metres (4,413 ft)[1] above sea level and is the highest land in any direction for 739 kilometres (459 miles).[6][a] The summit is a stony plateau (a felsenmeer). It features a number of monuments and the ruins of an observatory which was continuously staffed between 1883 and 1904.

Scottish Weddings

September 3, 2025

Peter and Maya are in Scotland to attend a wedding. Jim and I are a little sketchy about who got married, but we do know Maya was in the wedding party and Peter got a new suit. We also know that they are using the opportunity to spend some time traveling around Scotland .. which makes this mama very happy.

And…they plan to climb Ben Nevis tomorrow, the highest mountain in Scotland, the United Kingdom and the British Isles… at 4413′. How about that! Hopefully, they’ll send a picture from the summit and that can be the subject of tomorrow’s blog.

Back to the wedding… we got a text from them this morning with this photo. Says Maya, “the best photo from the wedding (so far).”

Love these kids. And while I don’t know the other two… they look pretty lovable, too.

Peter in the Wild

July 4, 2025

I had plenty I was going to write about, this being the 4th of July and all and our democracy is in peril and there is absolutely nothing to celebrate. I’ll save it for tomorrow’s blog.

Because I’d much rather write about this:

We gave Peter an Inreach GPS thingie many years ago (probably the first time he did — attempted — the John Muir Trail, SOLO, at age 19 or so, maybe 20). The deal was: we buy you an Inreach, you use it to let us know where you are. He definitely used it on that JMT trip (good thing), but more often than not, he forgot to take it on his various backpack trips and we were left to worry about his safety and whereabouts. Grrr.

But a few minutes ago, Jim and I both got pinged! This means Peter has marked his location and is sending it, via satellite, to us, his ever loving (and I do mean ever loving!) parents. This is the note I get in my phone:

His Inreach is called Peter in the Wild in my contacts. It is a thrill for this mom to get a message from Peter in the Wild, let me tell you.

I responded to the text, as you can see, but I’m not sure that is the platform for a response. When you click on the link, it takes you to the map (see above) and it has a message box that you can use. I did that, as well.

So he and Maya, and some friends, appear to be in the UP.. in a thick forest adjacent to Lake Superior. How ’bout that! Hope they’re warm, mosquito-free, and having a great time! We’ll see them on Monday in Ann Arbor.

Happy happy!!