Yikes, not another cramped office space!
Brrrrr! Everyone is talking about it, but no one can do anything about it, including predict it. An announcer on our local PBS radio station threw up his hand this morning, and said, “I have no idea what’s going to happen.” One weather forecaster says a foot of snow, another 6 inches, and a third something else. So much for all those weather forecast models. The best we can say here is that its colder than normal, whatever that is anymore.
David saw the first Robin this morning, on the heated bird bath. Poor darling. The Robins migrate further south in winter and return about now.
The snow we received over the weekend has mostly dissipated, not because the thermometer rose, but because the winds that shook the house night before last dried the ground. Out back, where it is always warmer owing to the brick walk, mulch on the garden beds, and the asphalt parking lot on the other side of the fence, the birds are clustered in the Holly tree near the feeders and bird baths.
When the birds spot David in his red hat they become agitated and call to one another. I think the word that our community is bird friendly has passed along the East Coast bird network. Certainly the birds of prey know about it.
My friend Debbi’s photo of her border collie Skye and wolf (behind Skye), frolicking in the Bluebells last spring. They live near Yosemite.
Winter is a good time to read and do research. Now my eyes are weary. Thank goodness, tomorrow I have an appointment with my ophthalmologist. I suffer with dry eyes, made worse by the indoor heat and low humidity. Also, my many meds, one for asthma, dry me out. I suppose aging makes us dry and brittle too.
Years ago, I had a hot stuffy office I complained about. As an experiment, one winter, I left an apple sitting on a filing cabinet. The apple shrank and wrinkled until it looked like a shrunken head. Finally, I was reassigned a “new office,” formerly occupied by two chain smokers. It stank. I complained about that office also. I counted and over the years I worked for the government I was in five successive crappy offices…small, dirty, hot and dry. But I persevered, and left when I was ready to retire. After I left, the authorities demolished the old building and moved everyone to a new modern building with sealed windows and cubicles. I don’t miss any of this, however, I do like my retirement benefits.
This week, I been reading about the seventeenth century New England witch trials. One author (Norton) suggests they should not be called the Salem Witch trials, because they occurred all over Essex county. Her map includes all the towns in Essex County including Salem, where my ancestors lived.
Although many descendents probably destroyed many records, so far, I have found little connection between the witch trials and any of my ancestors. However, one ancestor was a judge at a trial of a woman accused of witchcraft, and another tried as a witch. In both instances the accused were exonerated.
The historical context contributing to the witch hysteria:
– New England at this time was ‘Elizabethan’ thus Medieval;
– The witch craze sweeping Europe was associated with the plague and the religious wars which created great anxiety.
– Indians were randomly killing settlers in surprise attacks; the settlers believed the Indians worked for the Devil, particularly because when they captured and killed a settler, they often roasted and ate him.
These days, with the help of computers, historians are uncovering additional material, and continuously revising history. As with the weather, medicine, and computers, there are no absolutes in history and never have been.