Two nights ago I walked up the steps onto the deck of our cabin. I heard a foreign noise and froze, peering over the deck rail. A mule deer stepped out from beneath the deck into a clearing.
Last night, again, I stepped up to the deck. I heard a noise like a pebble being dropped into a shallow pond, again and again (there's no pond on our place). I froze and peered over the rail. A mama and four baby ruffed grouse were pecking in this year's aspens on the forest floor, the mama calling softly to her babies.
Barbara and I moved here ten years ago. We are so isolated from the real world that we often wonder what's happening in your lives. Nonetheless, the media's reporting of world events takes its toll, and we're ever mindful of what's happening around us.
For now it's the occasional deer or grouse, or worse yet, badger or bear, but we feel pretty safe compared to the fear the evening news and our commander-in-chief attempt to conjure in Americans' minds.
Please don't let them keep you from living your life. Otherwise, they win.