Chuggin' Along
Hehe, the boy had a "Special Olympics" Thursday, swimming! Except the kid in the lane next to him took off with a lot of splashing and angling into his lane and freaked him out. But otherwise, he swims pretty well. He did a foot race, too, and won. :D
My brain's been "meh" for the last week, so I've just been doing physical work, pretty much, and reading the old Popular Sciences. One article grabbed my attention: Are we changing the world climate? 1880s, and the scientific community was concerned about what could be climate change.
Well, somehow, the guy doing the study back then had access to hundreds of years of weather reports, and he plotted a climate curve. Climate varies by a maximum of 12 degrees over a 120 year period. Whew! Dodged the bullet that time, huh?
I cracked up reading that this "disputed island" finally sank, and that's PROOF of CLIMATE CHANGE. ...Because you know it certainly can't be proof of plate tectonics, what with the earthquakes and volcano eruption. Not to mention the mechanics of a coral isle anyhow (they tend to collapse).
Another article popped my brain, even knowing the attitudes of the people back then. But it was written by a very angry man who did not care for the spiritualism craze. It was rather garbled for a Popular Science essay, I'm guessing some Medium bilked a close family member - or himself.
Anyhow, he suggested a "good strong electrical shock" for those experiencing the hysteria of a seance. ZzzzAAAP! Also, nice servant girls from local colleges need to be kept segregated from the "women of That Bad Element of the lower Manchester area, and Irish women." O.o;
Which made me think of Blazing Saddles, of course.
I'm going to dig up the back yard some, so I'll have to drag Ben (my gander) out front. Why? Because Shovels are DA DEVIL and he MUST ATTACK THEM. He's actually missing feathers on his chest because he was insisting on attacking the shovel while I was trying to dig a hole for my clothes line thing. e.e;
I do have the umbrella style clothes line up, yay! And I've been incredibly pleased with it. I haven't used a gas drier in ages, but it never dawned on me to use a proper clothes line. It cracks me up that people complain about them as being "tacky" or whatever. Baby, this is San Bernardino, it takes longer to dry your clothes in a drier than on a line! (and talk about heating up your house!)
Shovels, hooooooO!
My brain's been "meh" for the last week, so I've just been doing physical work, pretty much, and reading the old Popular Sciences. One article grabbed my attention: Are we changing the world climate? 1880s, and the scientific community was concerned about what could be climate change.
Well, somehow, the guy doing the study back then had access to hundreds of years of weather reports, and he plotted a climate curve. Climate varies by a maximum of 12 degrees over a 120 year period. Whew! Dodged the bullet that time, huh?
I cracked up reading that this "disputed island" finally sank, and that's PROOF of CLIMATE CHANGE. ...Because you know it certainly can't be proof of plate tectonics, what with the earthquakes and volcano eruption. Not to mention the mechanics of a coral isle anyhow (they tend to collapse).
Another article popped my brain, even knowing the attitudes of the people back then. But it was written by a very angry man who did not care for the spiritualism craze. It was rather garbled for a Popular Science essay, I'm guessing some Medium bilked a close family member - or himself.
Anyhow, he suggested a "good strong electrical shock" for those experiencing the hysteria of a seance. ZzzzAAAP! Also, nice servant girls from local colleges need to be kept segregated from the "women of That Bad Element of the lower Manchester area, and Irish women." O.o;
Which made me think of Blazing Saddles, of course.
I'm going to dig up the back yard some, so I'll have to drag Ben (my gander) out front. Why? Because Shovels are DA DEVIL and he MUST ATTACK THEM. He's actually missing feathers on his chest because he was insisting on attacking the shovel while I was trying to dig a hole for my clothes line thing. e.e;
I do have the umbrella style clothes line up, yay! And I've been incredibly pleased with it. I haven't used a gas drier in ages, but it never dawned on me to use a proper clothes line. It cracks me up that people complain about them as being "tacky" or whatever. Baby, this is San Bernardino, it takes longer to dry your clothes in a drier than on a line! (and talk about heating up your house!)
Shovels, hooooooO!