A Little More Light?
‘The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.’
Ice, but not solid enough to walk across.
‘The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.’
Ice, but not solid enough to walk across.
After a brunch at Rod and Pat’s, more practice with Irene. A few rough spots, but that, I think, is normal—from good to rough to better.
Farmer’s market, library, long walks in a chilly wind, the gray day brightening gloriously when, in late afternoon, the sun broke through the clouds.
…restock the fridge.
And, settle back into the Whitewater routine. Pax is a good traveler, and he enjoys exploring new places, but he finds trips like the recent one a little too restrictive and the walks too short. He prefers here, where he makes some decisions and decides which direction would be good for a long walk.
Back to Whitewater, after a good trip.
Terrace Inn. Dinner at the New York in Harbor Springs.
Our room
…from the Habes house in Michigan.
And here is Fish Town in Leland, being inundated by the high water.
…This Is It.
Around the bottom, then up to the Habes cottage at Cedar on Lake Leelanau.
Cold rain and colder drizzle. But, neither rain nor sleet nor gloom of night….
The life of the individual only has value [insofar] as it aids in making the life of every living thing nobler and more beautiful.” —Einstein
Perfect for using the lawnmower to grind up leaves brought to the yard (from the neighbor across the street who doesn’t care to rake) by Old Mother Westwind.
Not our yard
Pax and I are very much enjoying the deserted campus. Great place to walk.
The Hunter’s Wooing
—Ruth Muskrat
Come roam the wild hills, my Cherokee Rose,
Come roam the wild hills with me.
We’ll follow the path where the Spavinaw flows,
Dashing wild on its way to the sea,
On its wearisome way to the sea.
We’ll chase the fleet deer from its lair in the woods;
We’ll follow the wolf to his den.
When the sun hides his face, we’ll rest in the woods;
Hid away from the worry of men.
Hid away from the bother of men.
And then we’ll go home, my Cherokee Rose,
Where the Senecas live in the heart of the hills
By the rippling Cowskin, where the Saulchana grows,
We’ll go home to the Coyauga hills,
To the sheltering Coyauga hills.
So we unboxed the air fryer and then aired some shrimp.
Quite delicious.
Another mild and sunny day. (But a little winter would be good. )
Family party at Nies residence in Oconomowoc.
…though if felt more like Memorial Day or Labor Day.
Star decoration by Ellie
Neighbors over for a festive (and somewhat elaborate) pizza party, along with a bit of singing.
Another practice with Irene. So fun.
Then lunch across from the church. Then a little walk with Pax in a back alley.
…for Pax. He looks sharp and smells better. And, a perfect day outdoor air drying.
Perfect weather, as well, for a long bike ride—all over the now deserted campus, and then on beyond zebra.
…but quite a pleasant one. Not at all like a first day of winter.
Perfect day for a bike run, but also for making Dundee Cakes. In spite of the weather, Christmas is coming.
Probably found in a wine cave, which these days is a perilous place, at least politically. I probably shouldn’t admit to having actually been in one, quite some time ago.
Dug out the Christmas carol sheet music today, and started practicing. Should be simple and straightforward, but oddly enough some of the pieces, those having accidentals and tricky fingerings, needed work.
And for dinner…pastel de elote.
Big warmup. Good for walking and riding.
Vocabulary word of the day: quisling.
Not a nice word, and one not familiar to some younger people, but one that seems relevant today.
It’s actually the name of a person:
Vidkun Quisling was a Norwegian army officer. In December 1939, he met with Adolf Hitler and urged him to occupy Norway. Following the German invasion of April 1940, Quisling served as a figurehead in the puppet government set up by the German occupation forces. He was executed for treason soon after the liberation of Norway in 1945.
Mitch McConnell? Lindsay Graham? Will these names go down in history in similar fashion?
Morning walk a little hard on the face, though Pax found it to his liking. Ice is forming and thickening many places.
Iceboats are sailing and a regatta is called on for this weekend, though not good timing for the Nies/Janowiec syndicate.
In principle, the founders opposed all political parties on the grounds that, as George Washington put it, they are likely “to become potent engines, by which cunning, ambitious and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government.”