Today winter won. I am not going outside. I will do jumping jacks in the kitchen or run up and down the stairs. I am fine with my decision, because look at this:
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| 8 am. Wind chills making it "feel like" -23. In C, that's -31. |
Sometime when I bundle up for my walk I tell Michael "I may be sometime." And then since he went to school in the US and did not do a project on Scott's Antarctic expedition when he was 9 years old, I have to explain Captain Oates' last words as he left the tent in the middle of a blizzard, sacrificing himself in an attempt to save the rest of the team.
Yesterday I incorporated my father's last words into a piece of fiction. Apparently they were "help me," and they haunted me for years and I'd snort whenever people talked about dignity in dying. Until I was talking to my aunt, who was in the room that night, and she told me he was trying to put his socks on and I've never laughed so hard at death as I did when she explained. Still not dignified, but certainly less horrific.
Change of subject: update on my congressperson, the very centrist Democrat. He wrote me a nice letter explaining that ice is terrible, he voted not to fund them, and he's signing on to impeach Noem. So that's a step in the right direction. Honestly, your congressional representative is often your most reliable conduit to influencing national policy.
And a just-for-fun photo, because life is still fun, here I am trying to fit both myself and a moa skeleton into a selfie at Yales' Peabody Museum.
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| Moas are/were very cool and it is sad they are extinct but I roll my eyes every time I see a reference to attempts to de-extinct them because Have We Learned Nothing, People? |
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