This is shaping up to be a busy week.

It started with the spinning group yesterday (although I was knitting rather than spinning since I had bummed a ride with another member and it was difficult to take Matilda). After the meeting, I bummed a ride with another member to Yreka where I met George at the VA Nurse Practitioner’s to have a spot on his left ear checked. He’s had what looked like a senile keritosis for quite some time, but it began to change, i.e. it got larger, darker, and bled a bit when he caught it on his pillow. I felt it needed to, at the very least, be checked and possibly (probably) removed.George's Ear


Diagnosis … cancer … but not bad. The good news was that it is most likely a squamous cell sarcoma rather than a sun-induced melanoma. It has to be removed (we’re teasing about calling him Vincent the rest of his life), but so far we don’t know where or when. We go back today or tomorrow to have “definitive” pictures taken for use by the VA decision makers.



Tonight will be the monthly meeting of the radio club. The Secretary wants to resign. Finding a replacement could be fun.

Tomorrow is my day at the Family History Center (unless we’re in Yreka for photos). I’ll get to work with Marty (which is always good) and probably help Laura with getting her daughters and granddaughters into the DAR.

Friday we go to Medford to see the retinologist again, shop, and eat out.


Keep moving and don’t look back … they may be gaining on you (Thanks to Sachel Page for that quote).


My health situation encountered a glitch last week. I’ve told you I’m a staph carrier (but I’m not contagious like typhoid Mary was). My face broke out again last wednesday. It’s been more than six months since the last event. Hooray! That’s an improvement.

I need to rearrange my thinking however. The last two times this happened I have delayed starting the medications thinking it was only a herpes. At the next outbreak (which I’m affirming will be a minimum of eight months from now), I will start the meds as soon as I notice the first signs. I don’t like taking medications (antibiotics) too often, but I don’t like a red, weeping, swollen face either.


Big event !!!

My credit card got hacked (or whatever you call it). I used it at the WalMart in Yreka last wednesday to get the meds for my face. That was the 14th. Friday, the 16th, there were three charges on it of which I had no knowledge. I had not been away from the house and had not done any online shopping. Three charges were made within an hour for a total of $488.63. I called as soon as I saw the fraud alerts in the email and now that card has been cancelled. I’ll get a new one with new account number in three to five days.

I called WalMart to let them know what had happened. The assistant manager didn’t sound too impressed, but I told her I was just letting her know in case someone was using their store as a harvesting site, or some clerk had a sideline selling card info since the charges followed the purchases at their store and were in three different places … Tennessee, Washington, and Georgia … indicating the card info was most likely sold. She assured me it would be reported to their fraud department.

Guess I’m now officially part of the new paradigm.


Last saturday, Lehar’s “Merry Widow” (the German of which translates as the LUSTY widow) was great. Fleming is doing well in the translation from high opera to operetta. The dramaturge had done a bit of rearranging, and the Broadway director added some Broadway riffs, and the words were different from the previous English translation I was used to hearing (no “girls, girls, girls, girls girls”) and Velia was no longer a “nymph of the wood” …

Still, it was a great saturday morning. We will be waiting to see it (and what I’m guessing was a blow-out cancan) on PBS’s Great Performances.


I’m deep into seed catalogs … and having a bit of a problem. Growing season is changing around here (but there is no such thing as Climate Change) and I’m a bit confused as to which zone we are currently a part. That makes selecting seeds a bit iffy. I guess I need to sit down with a big sheet of paper and list comparisons after I sort out what I have leftover and what needs to be replaced.

My two sources this year will be SeedsNSuch (they have a non-GMO selection) and Siskiyou Seeds (which is relentlessly non-GMO and organic).


The Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness web site has been reactivated. I used to do research with them in the local college newspaper archives. I’ve tried twice to re-volunteer without luck. I’ll try again. Probably just me hitting a wrong key someplace.

That used to be fun … reading those old papers.

And I got involved in helping with a web site called Search Squad which aids birth parents find adoptees and vice versa. Seems records are being opened all over the place and there are a lot of family historians involved. Big push seemed to start with search for medical histories.
DNA is big. We did the original DNA program through National Geographic a few years ago. Maybe it’s time to expand it since they can now find out so much more.

And with all the genealogical television programs, interest is growing. Genealogy Roadshow on PBS is interesting. Less biased than Gates’ program and a bit broader in reach.



            The Old Farmer’s Almanac says … Fog in January brings a wet Spring.

21  Jan 2015

We’re having more soft rain (makes me think of the Ray Bradbury story and the Sara Teasdale poem) … but it is not the needed snow.

Oh well … grateful for any precipitation.


‘Til next week …














The MET broadcast “Aida” last saturday. Nice. Made me remember the story about Tony Randall loving to do walk-ons at the Met such as a near naked, spear-carrying warrior in the Triumphal March.

The two lead sopranos were both from Lithuania … at least that’s what I think I heard. And that got me to thinking … if Lithuania had not been part of the Soviet Union for all those years, would those women have had the musical training needed to sing like they do?

This coming saturday we will get to enjoy Renee Fleming sing “The Merry Widow” … in English. I wish we could see it. Seems the Met is making crossovers with Broadway. We heard an interview with Fleming in which she praised the staging, done with Broadway flamboyance, and the support cast. The Broadway star who sings Valencienne had to learn how to sing without electronic enhancement. Renee just told her the Met house had been designed to allow a singer to whisper and still be heard in every seat in the house.


Last friday I spent the day (0800 to 1530) at a shearing. What an adventure.

9 January 2015            The Mountain looked beautiful as I left home (before I ran into the fog).

Fire Cloud

       And on the way home, a cloud caught fire (the sun was setting off to the right).

Once at the shearing barn, I was on my feet most of the day. Good thing I was wearing support hose. I was the fill-in and so had a chance at each of the jobs … pulling aside non-usable wool (such as belly and head wool which is too matted to use for anything except garden mulch), sweeping the shearing area clear between sheep, spraying any skin cuts (with an antiseptic resembling the old Gentian Violet we used when I was young which turns skin a vivid purple), carrying fleece to the sorting tables, skirting the fleece (of tags, double cuts, poopy areas, matted areas, etc.), and carrying bags of wool (“mulch”, “to the dealer”, and “for handspinners”) to their proper areas.

Shearing I brought home a bag of discards to use in the garden.

The only job I didn’t do was the taking of identification pictures. Carole has notes on each sheep’s colour, wool crimp and length, micron size, etc. so decisions can be made about breeding. Jill had that duty and it was not handed off.

There was a young woman there who told me she came from a big city to live in Yreka and had not been around animals of any kind very much. She was reluctant to touch the animals or the shorn fleece. I was picking up unskirted (still dirty) fleece without gloves and her nose wrinkled. I reassured her that poop washes off, and by the time I left she was into all the jobs, including cleaning sheep’s eyes, … without gloves. The lanolin in the wool is great for skin.

Carol, who owns the sheep, served posole for our meal. Hominy stew … really good except she left out the chilis since she was feeding a cross section of folks and not everyone likes the same amount of heat. George says maybe I should always carry some rooster sauce with me when I’m going to be out for dinner. However, Carol did have a bowl of lime wedges available.

LocksWorking with those fleeces, some of which were beautiful, was almost enough to cause me to buy one of the “for handspinners” (only $12 a pound) … one with several shades of silver grey in it. Then I remembered how much work is involved in scouring (washing), sorting, and carding (or combing) a fleece before it is anywhere near ready to spin and I packed the urge away in its assigned place. Done that. From now on I stick to prepared fiber.

Oh well …


There was a report on BBC last week which dealt with the cost of weddings as related to marriage longevity. The conclusion was that the more expensive the wedding and the larger the guest list, the shorter the marriage. That may explain our situation.

My wedding ring costs $15 or $16 (it’s been a long time so who can remember). George’s ring cost $12 (I paid for that so I remember). I wore a blue wool suit I had just bought (for which I paid less than $20 and had not yet worn) with white gloves and a perky little white hat for which I paid $5. George paid the pastor $6. My mother made the cake and dinner. George’s folks bought a basket of flowers. And it took place in the living room of George’s grandparents with only family in attendance.

Even at today’s price comparisons, that’s cheap.

Next October, it will have been 63 years.


I’ve been listening to and enjoying some rather old blues recordings lately. I’m not so into the newer jazz sounds, but the older styles are still favorites. I need to find a copy of Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue” and dig out my Erroll Garner, Thelonius Monk, and some others.


We’ve been eating a lot of leftovers since the holidays. We’re almost out of turkey … only about six more meals. We probably won’t run out of ham for another month or so.  

There was a section of the Today show last weekend which centered on preparing, packing, and freezing of leftovers for future meals. The presenter was advocating using not discarding and highlighting the time saved later.

George and I laughed because that’s just part of our everyday behavior.

Oh well …


As a result of using the web site called Genealogy! Just Ask!, I found another site which may turn out to be useful. It’s called Ancient Faces. Folks can post photos and biography information, and connect with others researching the same people.

There was a picture on the site of a man with a small boy. Their last name was Purnell. I have a greatxsomething grandfather whose given name was Purnell. It will be interesting to see if there is a connection since often boys were given a name from their mother’s family (often maiden names) as their given name.

PBS’ series “Genealogy Roadshow” is back. First show was last night.

And … a Swedish television show dealing with genealogy is looking for Americans with Swedish lineage to appear on the show. Do you qualify? Check out


Another music trivia note (and no pun intended) …

The end of Strauss’ “Lohengrin Overture” (1848), the beginning of the Story of a Starry Night section of the first movement of Tchaikovsky’s “Pathétique Symphony” (1893), and the beginning of the Beatles “Norwegian Wood” (1965) all use a descending Doric scale.


Last night, as I was collecting eggs and putting the ladies to bed, I noticed a weird thing outside the little door to their yard. Lot and LOTS of feathers.Feathers

They seemed to have come from a Rhode Island red chicken, but both of our reds showed no sign of trouble … no blood and no missing feathers. There was no blood with the feathers by the door either.

Real life mystery …


We’ve been having fog. One evening it was very clear right around the house and thick Thicker THICKEST all around. I could see the barn, but just barely. With the fog had come drizzle rain … never enough to measure … just enough to keep things damp.

14 January 2015                                This morning it is cold and there is frost …


That’s it for this week. So ’til next week …




It’s been a quiet week on Cold Comfort Farm.

New Year’s Day dawned late (as expected) and sunny … but it was COLD. Only 7° in Klamath Falls.  Mid-20s here. Without snow …

Our young (58) neighbor Eric came for dinner bringing a gift of persimmons and smoked salmon … and a genealogical challenge. Something to keep boredom at bay.

I have to admit to an error last week. I told you the “Die Fledermaus” DVD we watch is from a 1975 performance. Wrong. I checked and it was 1984. Placido Domingo’s hair was still black. Dame Kiri was still svelte and in top voice. Listening is a bit of a challenge since it is done in three languages … French, German, and English … which are used seamlessly to launch several jokes.

We enjoyed it as much as the first time we saw it.


First event this new year is to help with the sheep shearing at the farm of a spinning group member (Tawanda Farms) day after tomorrow. I don’t know why they are shearing at this time of year (poor chilly sheep), but oh well …

Carol asked the spinners to come help. I have no idea what we will be doing, but she advised clothing for cold, wet weather and promised to feed us. Watch for a report and pictures.


Music dysphoria (is that a word?) … shades of “Dixie” heard in Strauss’ “Morning, Noon, and Night in Vienna”.

We listened to the annual Vienna Philharmonic’s New Year’s Concert at 0800 on NPR. I no longer make it a point to watch the production on PBS. Like the parades, it has  become a showcase for a personality rather than a concert. Julie Andrews may be a good host, but (IMHO) it is supposed to be a concert, not a celebrity-guided tour of Vienna.

On the radio, we heard at least three pieces of music not heard on the television.


Downton Abbey is back.

Any aficionados out there? We’re both hooked and making our guesses about what is in store without watching the teasers (I hate knowing what’s in the next episode).

I especially liked Tony’s proposition to Mary. Pretty modern for the 20s in aristocratic England. Will she pick him or Charles, or will someone else enter the fray?

What is Edith going to do, will Gregson be found, and why was her daughter named for a stinky flower?

We know Robert will continue to cement his role as curmudgeon, but will he be drug further into the new world?

Will Tom stay on the estate?

What will happen with Thomas and his machinations?

And what about Carson and Mrs. Hughes? Tippy-toeing into the sea together? Scandalous.


Had to call for help with a project last monday. There are two sets of solar panels, which supplement the hydro power, out in the meadow away from trees. In the summer, when the sun is high, they lie flat. But then in winter, when the sun stays low on the horizon, George lifts them up to about a 45° angle.

Monday he asked me to help reposition them. I tried, but it was a bust. The combination of my lack of upper body strength and the tremor made me useless.

So I called our neighbor to supply the upper body strength. It turned out he was at work (he’s an ED RN) but he had a friend visiting and he sent the friend over to help. The friend and George got the panels into position and, in addition, found a connection through Pomona. Small world.

The panels are now at the correct angle and I’ll be able to help put them back down come next winter.

That gives George an entire seasonal cycle to figure out how to compensate. He hates to ask for help, even from me.


Only 7 days into the “Grateful Jar” and I am already stumped. There is so much “normal” stuff for which I am grateful that some days it is difficult to pick just one. Fortunately, occasionally I am head-smacked by something far out of normal such as a story shared by a friend which validated an experience I don’t often share, or an email from another friend reminding me of an interaction I had forgotten, or unexpected help with a solar panel chore.

Wow … three out of six. Not bad odds.

It will be a blessing to review the contents next New Year’s Day when it will be time to start a new collection.


The lady chickens have been outdoing themselves since George adjusted the artificial light position and timing. To begin, the light was rather low in order to keep the drinking water from freezing, but when I went to collect eggs I found the hens up on the roost even with the light on. So the light was raised to illuminate the entire room and now they are still down on the floor, talking and scratching, when I go out.

Also, we adjusted the timer so that the day is extended by four hours … two in the evening and two in the morning.

With four hens, we get an average of three eggs a day. More than enough for us.


Weather has been chilly, but dry. We may be in for a winter resembling last year.Deer in Yard


There are deer back in the yard.




Frost (1)



This morning there was frost on the boardwalk …




7 Jan 2015

                                and there are still patches of snow on the ground.


An interesting sight each year when the ground freezes are the stones in the driveway. This is all volcanic area, so there are lots of stones of all sizes. Each winter, when the ground freezes, the stones move … usually upward which is why we tease about “stonebird nests”.Drive Stone 1


The movement often creates empty space around the stone until the ground thaws and settles down.


Drive Stone 2




Looks weird and makes us watch our step.




It is said we cannot direct the wind, but we CAN adjust our sails.


We have no real idea what 2015 will bring. We can only adjust our sails and hope.



So … ’til next week …







Another year gone.

Overall, more highs than lows. We’re older than we’ve been, but younger than we’ll ever be again.


Christmas here went off with the normal number of glitches … and with smatterings of snow off and on (why do we always put “off” before “on” … things can’t stop without first starting, right?) … anyhow, off and on all day. Promises … promises … promises.

The Sacramento family had a relatively calm day. If they didn’t, they haven’t told us about it yet.

But the New York family is a different story. Our son, on his way to bed Christmas Eve, set the slow cooker to do the pork roast overnight and the coffee brewer to have the wassail ready when they got up. Sometime between then and dawn, their area lost power.

They got up to a dark house without hot wassail and without a prospect of dinner (they heat with wood, so at least they weren’t cold) … no hot drink, no smell of dinner cooking, no Christmas tree lights, no Christmas tree train running.

Solution? Start the generator, turn on the inverter, turn on the tree lights and train, heat up the wassail, gather round to open packages, call the grandparents, then remember “A Christmas Story” and go out to the local asian restaurant for dinner.

Fa ra ra ra ra … A year the kids won’t forget.


A tradition at our house for this holiday is an hours long reel-to-reel tape of KPOL’s “Festival of Carols”. KPOL was a classical music radio station in Los Angeles years ago. KPOL no longer exists.

But in 1966 (the year has been verified by our older son using a news item on the tape), George set up our recorder and let it run. It is a time capsule with old favorite carols as well as music current to the time (particularly Johnny Mathis). There are no commercials, but there are occasional news breaks. The US was at war in VietNam and the news breaks sound surprisingly (or possibly not so surprisingly) current. All that would be needed to hide its age would be to change the locations of the news reports.   What does that say about us?

I think I need to find someone who will make CDs of this tape. They’d make good holiday gifts.

We plan to take it to next year’s MSARC potluck … just start it to provide background and see how long it takes folks to catch on, if they ever do.


Last week, I was asked twice about using the phrase “under weigh”. The phrase was originally a nautical one (my father was an old Navy man), dating to the 1700s, which was used when the ship weighed (raised) the anchor and began to move. So to be “under weigh” was to be moving forward. The use of “way” instead of “weigh” is one of those fairly recent corruptions due to not knowing the origin and substituting a word which sounds the same. And when using “way” rather than “weigh”, it is one word not two, i.e. underway. End of language lesson.

P.S. I’ve  been accused of acting uppity by using “weigh” instead of “way”, but I stand by Daddy.


I’ve begun wearing a pocket watch.

When I was working, I wore a wrist watch with a BIG face. It made taking pulses and counting breaths easy. When I no longer had that need because I was no longer working, I stopped wearing it. I don’t think they have to do that any more since machines have been developed to do it. 

Then we started doing the health and welfare radio events and I found that at those times I needed to keep track of time. I reactivated the big-faced watch for those events and it worked fine for several years. At the final event this past year … the watch died.

Many years ago, when the Blue Goose narrow railroad was still running and George spent wednesdays running the model railroad at the station for the amusement of young tourists, I helped out by handling the store on those days. I was paid with items from the store. As a result I have cups and saucers from old passenger dining cars … and a copy of an old pocket watch (which runs on batteries rather than windup). Voilà …

I even have a chain for it, but no fob.


This coming year I plan to increase the food I make from scratch (not a resolution, a continuation of a choice already in place). Since you can no longer trust what’s in processed food, I’ve been increasing the amount of cooking I do this way … incrementally.

I remember when, as a young bride, the push was to decrease the work load of the “little woman” by providing premade food with mixes of all kinds. I “Betty Crocker”ed along with the best of them. I recently read over some recipes from those days and all of them call for a box of this and/or a can of that. It must be that ingredients were purer in those days since we raised basically healthy boys and George and I are still here.

However, since the advent of Monsanto and GMOs, I no longer trust boxed and canned stuff. Consequently, I avoid that stuff when I can by raising as much food as I can, shopping local organic farmers when I can, and putting by as much as I am able (I started to write “as I can”, but I freeze and dry in addition to canning … and I can hear my Grandmother saying “You can if you’re able.”).

It takes more time, but I’ve learned to prepare bigger batches, so what takes time for the first meal, saves time later.

We eat well and I feel so virtuous.


Grat Jar


Does anyone still make resolutions?


I plan a “Grat” jar …

and exercises to work on my throat flab.




24 Dec 2014

Since Christmas (above), weather has turned cold. Daytime temps in the low 30s with nights in the teens and low 20s. In fact …

31 Dec 2014 it’s been so chilly the snow that fell last week (after Christmas) has yet to melt. Not enough of it, but every flake is valued.

Saturday I put the third comforter on our bed. If you come to visit now, there are flannel sheets and comforters on the guest bed and rice pillows ready as warmers.


This year’s batch of fresh sweet breads and rolls is waiting for tomorrow morning. Preparations for tomorrow’s dinner (ham and hoppin’ john … one of our young neighbors will be here) are done.

Tonight we will watch the 1975 Covent Garden video of “Die Fledermaus” (with Dame Kiri), which is the last of our holiday CDs, and be fast asleep when the year turns.

Tomorrow we will listen to the Vienna Concert on NPR in the morning and probably watch it on PBS in the evening. We enjoy the Strauss family’s music.

We used to watch the Rose Parade (I even once, long ago, spent a New Year’s Eve on a sidewalk in Pasadena in order to see it “live”). That was before it became centered on current personalities rather than the parade itself. But since the Oregon Ducks are in the Rose Bowl (and the young neighbor will be here), we may turn that on.

Then again, maybe not.


The Old Farmer’s Almanac says “Moving forward into the new year {will} be easier if we remember to keep the rearview mirror in adjustment.”Xmas 2014


Now, if only I can get used to the Crone in the mirror.



So, in anticipation of a good year to come (and a series of small miracles for all of us) …

‘Til next week …






Solstice has passed and we are in the season of honoring the return of the Sun/Son.



The Winter tree is up (and the train is running).Winter Candle

The turkey is in the brine pot ready to be stuffed tomorrow morning.


Holiday candle is burning.


Gift candles have all been delivered.


We’ve been eating potluck leftovers for several days and anticipate turkey leftovers beginning friday.

The local creeks and rivers are running. The lady hens are out of molt and doing their thing. The children’s boxes arrived at their homes intact and in time. Books and fiber and seed catalogs await. We are in fairly good health.

Life is good.


This has been a great year for apples. Our Granny Smith outdid herself. And we got quite a haul from a friend in town who had so many she was ditching apples by the wheelbarrowful in a nearby empty lot (I wonder if volunteer trees will appear next spring?). She shared with anyone who wanted and with the local horse rescue farm.

We’ve been eating apples fresh, in salad, in cake and muffins and cobblers, with cabbage and onions over pork, and (of course) a pie or two. And I still have a full lug. When the chaos clears, I’ll cut and dry some, and maybe make a batch of apple butter.

And on the subject of fruit … in Oregon monday I found a five pound bag of limes for less than seven dollars. Since the current price in the grocery stores has  been around fifty cents each, I bought the entire five pounds. I now have a full pint of lime juice plus a bit more, several small packs of lime zest, a jar of the pulp and zested skins in vodka for extract, eight set aside for a pie in a week or so, and I’ll give eight or ten to a neighbor.

What a bargain.


The radio club holiday potluck fell victim to overlapping holidays, winter illness, and family disasters. There were ten of us there … with food, Food, FOOD!

To begin the evening, no one could open the lock on the clubhouse door. The lock had been changed (but the combination left the same) because the old lock stopped working. Earlier in the day, a member had been at the clubhouse and the lock worked fine. But that evening, five of us tried without success. It was raining (and rather chilly) and we weren’t able to get indoors to start the heaters. Problem was finally solved when a member showed up with bolt cutters. 

The people who had volunteered a couple of tables … forgot.

Eventually everything was sorted out and things got under weigh.

We shared holiday traditions and memories, one member said grace, and we dug in.

It was a varied group including a Catholic, a fundamental Methodist, a Jew (the other Jews skipped the potluck to attend a Hanukkah dinner at temple), a couple of pagans … and (as one participant told me when he was leaving) a good time was had by all.

We shared holiday stories which were good fun. One member told us how he and his older brother got up early one Christmas to see if Santa had gotten there yet and found a big fire truck under the tree (unwrapped). Years later his parents told him how they lay in bed chuckling, listening to the kids trying to be quiet.

Raphie's Bunny Jammies


Another shared how as kids they were allowed to open one package on Christmas Eve. One of their aunts always made new pajamas for each kid and they were ALWAYS instructed to open the packages from her (pink bunny pajamas courtesy of “The Christmas Story”).


Sharing the holiday stories gave me glimpses of people which I might never have seen under regular club circumstances … as children and youths, newly marrieds and young parents. It was a valuable gift. I hope it was for them as well.

One couple got the timing wrong and arrived an hour late. But the food was still out and they brought a bottle of wine … so it all worked out fine.

George and I got home about 2030 … an hour past his bedtime. So the clean up and storage of the food which came home waited until morning.

We’ll probably do it again next year.


Our last visit to the retinologist was not all good news. George hasn’t noticed any worsening in his vision, but there is new evidence of fluid under his retina and small patches of fluid IN the retina.

The doctor did another injection of the medication he has been using, but said it was only a holding treatment. There is another medication (one step up) which is more expensive … $400.00 per dose more than Medicare will cover. But he also told us there is a group which covers the extra cost for low income patients and his office will file all the papers for us.

We go back January 23rd for that.


After the doctor’s office in Oregon last monday, we went to dinner at Sizzler. George had a coupon which added the salad bar to one of their double entree dinners. We usually both have the senior-all-you-can-eat salad bar, so the coupon was a good deal for us. In fact it turned out to be a better deal than we had imagined.

We ordered the meal of steak with fries and shrimp with rice pilaf (which, with the coupon, included the salad bar), and one of our regular salad meals.

Well … we brought home sixteen shrimp with rice (we had eaten two apiece) and a six-ounce steak with grilled onions and mushrooms plus most of the serving of fries. And we ate our regular two plates of fresh salad, one plateful of fruit, and a full serving of frozen custard each. Three meals, all for only $21.


Going down the stairs in the dark sunday night, I got distracted, miscounted the stairs, and took a fall. I hit my head (no big problem) and banged my right hip. That hip occasionally twinges with arthritis anyhow, but the fall banged it a bit more and monday I was sort of gimpy.

I’m still in great shape for my age. I know people who had to have hip replacements before they reached 70, even a couple before 60. So, even with a lessening gimp, I’m doing fine. And Tylenol is doing it’s job. I’ll be back to normal by the end of this week … no marathons, but no gimp either.


We know the state is still in drought mode. However, it is difficult to see that here. We’ve had so much precip this autumn that we have moss growing on the roof, along walkways, and in the bootmats at the doors … as if we were in Oregon.

24 Dec 2014

It has begun to rain (again). 

We continue to affirm SNOW, if not for us … at least on the mountains.

We’ll be listening to Patrick Stewart’s recording of “A Christmas Carol” this evening while we make this year’s batch of sandtart cookies.

Due to Oregon trips, this year’s tamales will have to wait until next week … or maybe next year.

Tomorrow we’ll feast and watch “Tales of Hoffmann”.

We’re having a nice holiday season. Hope you are too.


So … ’til next week …





I had an interesting thing happen last week when I went into a local thrift store (New2You) to look for pitchers to add to my ceiling collection (based on the collection hanging from the ceiling in a public house in Cornwall). I found a couple of small ones I liked and went to pay for them. The woman at the cash register asked if there was anything else I might like. I told her I had come in specifically looking for a Santa pitcher for the holidays. She turned and motioned to some framed prints on the wall behind her and said something to the effect that “We have these.”

It took a couple of seconds for me to realize the mispronunciation of “picture” as “pitcher” has become so ubiquitous the disconnect is heard even when the words are pronounced in accordance with the speaker’s intent.

Oh well …


Weather report … Rain started (again) late tuesday and didn’t end until friday.Reservoir 16 Dec 2014


The reservoir is looking better than it has in several months. But it is only a drip in the proverbial bucket.


Along with that storm, we had strong winds. They had winds in the 80 mph range north of here in Montague. That’s hurricane strength. Our strongest was  only ~30. That’s enough.

We need SNOW, and lots of it … 150% of normal at least. We did get a flurry late sunday, enough to whiten the ground for a bit. I hope that is a promise of more.

Backyard Snow                                                I’m greedy … I want MORE!


Another of my friends is dying. She had lymphoma a few years ago and got past that. But it is back … in multiple spots … and is inoperable.

This year’s harvest ended in August. I am hoping this is a single event, not the start of another harvest.

Candles burning …


Anyone else notice how the past is appearing in unexpected places?

     A “time capsule” found in New England …

          Hidden tefillin found in the Czech Republic …

               The layout of Old Sarum resurfaced in Somerset …


Yesterday was spinning at Amanda’s near Yreka. Holiday potluck at her place is a tradition for the group. An interesting thing happened … one of the “Ladies” brought a full spiral-cut ham. After it was set out, she asked the group to pay for it since it was so big a contribution. Whhaaaat! Then this morning, while making out my shopping list for the week, I discovered those hams were on a BuyOneGetOne sale.sheep

The gift I put in the exchange was 4 ounces of Merino fiber and a dragon wrapped around a bell (for a bell ringing spinner). Cindy, who raises angora rabbits, got it. I got a set of glass tchotchkes… three white sheep and one black.


The picture was taken by Leslie (front right). Spinners 2014Now on to another year of spinning and knitting. The Peacock yarn from Spinzilla awaits. I start Mikayla’s shawl after all the holiday fuss is done. In addition, I have some lovely Blue-faced Leicester fiber called “Blackberry” waiting to be spun. I’ve not spun Leicester before. No project in mind for it yet.


A friend has a friend who works at JPL and here’s a response to my question about space photos from last week … 

I put your question to a bunch of astrophysicists, and they said there were several reasons for the non-spherical shape of supernova debris. First, the stars are rotating before they explode, so the gasses tend to get thrown out radially from the axis of rotation.  Also, the rate of spin varies a lot with distance from the equator, causing different centrifugal forces on material at different latitudes.  But the wild card, according to one of them, is that they’ve seen huge waves set up in stars just before they explode, which introduces extremely non-linear forces on the material being ejected.

… and my son explained …

When we look through glass holiday ornaments we perceive the sphere as a sphere almost entirely because its smooth surface reflects light from other sources on the observer’s “side” of the sphere in a very particular way, primarily due to the relative brightness of the light source and the interaction between the surface of the sphere and the atmosphere we breathe.  What we perceive as “halos” around stars are simply those areas of truly spherical aggregations of matter which, from our point of view, contain the largest number of reflective particles aligned in a straight line between the infinite distance and our eyes or recording devices. On a piece of paper, draw a circle to represent a sphere, using a wedge-tipped felt pen.  Now take a ruler and a very sharp pencil and draw a line through the exact center of the sphere.  The fine line will intersect the felt marker line in two points: one will be invisible to you because it is, from your point of view, behind the star, while the other will be between you and the star but will be invisible to you because the vast majority of light it reflects will be aimed away from you, back at the star at the center.  Now draw two lines parallel to the first, one above and one below, which intersect the circle in such a way as to pass through the maximum possible amount of the thicker circle before re-emerging.  These lines represent areas where a spherical field of space debris becomes visible to us at great distance because the irregular surfaces of the component bodies scatter much larger proportions of the light from the central star in our direction.

Things are a bit clearer now (even though I failed Physics three times). But as I told my son, I still like the idea that we are being shown only what we are able to understand and accept.

~~~Winter Tomatoes

There are still tomatoes to go on the bruscetta for the radio club potluck this evening.

17 Dec 2014

Rain and light snow flurries this morning.


And a note on gift giving …

Not all gifts need take a physical form. Some of the greatest acts of generosity involve simple gestures of understanding or sympathy.


So “til next week …        





Yesterday was the last meeting of the Tobacco Education Council for this year.

Our local County Supervisor was there. I had invited him so he could see that we’re actually doing things, not just lunching together (although we do that too).

Meeting went well with lots of information from all the projects in the works … some useful comments and source advice (equipment, money, other helpful groups) … and good tapas from the best Mexican restaurant around. I shared hand-poured Winter Candles (A Winter Candle burned down to the socket puts joy in your heart and coins in your pocket) which were anticipated (and awaited) by some and a surprise to others. Made me feel good.

The project committee on which I serve is on hiatus until the first of next year. However, that doesn’t mean this is a quiet time of year. Spinning next tuesday and then the amateur radio potluck followed by another Family History Center session.

Oh well … as I’ve repeatedly said, better busy than bored.


Am I the only one who wonders about the perspective of space pictures from the Hubbell and other telescopes? To me, they all look as if they were staged especially for our cameras, or computer enhanced.

I think about the idea that everything emanating from a source such as a nova or a distant sun or whatever should be moving “out” equally in all directions, even toward us. So the resulting stuff should be a sphere rather than a halo, right? Then why do we see things so clearly? Why is there not gazillions of miles of haze and debris and other space stuff between us and the center of the photo?

If someone takes a picture looking into a snow storm or a sand storm or fog there is usually a haze of snow or sand or fog making for at least a slightly blurred picture. Why doesn’t that happen with space pictures? Why are there clear windows aimed at us? Is space stuff transparent?

Oh well … I enjoy space pictures anyhow.


Another round on the subject of musical phrases which show up in unusual places …

“Ding dong, the witch is dead” and Glazunov’s 9th Symphony. What an unlikely couple.

Offenbach in “Tales of Hoffmann” (He survives. What relief.) and the overture to “The Barber of Seville” by Rosini. Two egos … Hoffmann and Figaro?


Here it is two weeks after Thanksgiving and I still have not needed to go back to store-bought tomatoes. That’s a good thing. Of course, the ones remaining are small and good for only salads, salsa, or a pot of sauce.

I had thought our local grocery was moving toward more accountability in food. Then last thursday I was talking with a checker who is also my friend and she was quite down. She said the powers that be in management don’t seem to get it. Their current sales push for the holidays is heavy (HEAVY) with highly processed stuff full of who knows what. I’m learning to read the stickers in the produce section, and that’s the place I do the majority of my shopping.

Fortunately, I have stocked up and have been throwing off my Betty Crocker persona so most of the stuff in the 7-11 is healthful stuff. I’ve been making my own mixes etc. for some time now. Current project is dried herb mixtures such as Italian and Provence and poultry.  

I feel so virtuous.


Genealogy report … George is dead.

I was working on Family Search with a client last thursday and, during a learning session, I went to my part of the tree to demonstrate a technique and discovered someone named CMShaffer had put George into the tree and marked him as deceased.

Both of his sisters had also been entered as deceased. Maybe CM is so young s/he thinks anyone over 60 is already dead. George is 86. Sally is 90. Susee is 69.

I contacted CMShaffer. She turns out to be a marry-in, like me, whose husband is a third cousin to George.

I will be contacting her and sending her all of Grandfather Shaffer’s research.


Grammar Police Alert …FewerVsLess


Sunday was the 7th and, as usual, we watched “Tora Tora Tora”. What a film. Authentic languages and predominately authentic facts. We wondered this year, how Jason Robards (who had been a mere swabbie at Pearl) dealt with playing Short, and became more convinced Nomura was an honorable man who was caught in a technical snafu.

Watching each 7 December has become a tradition.

In addition, the reruns of last year’s Downton Abbey started last sunday … only three weeks more until the new season. But you know that already.


We’ve had more than five inches of rain since the first of the month and are expecting more than six inches more over the next couple of days.

10 Dec 2014

But no snow …



A Note about travel …

Thanks to the interstate highway system, it is now possible to travel from coast to coast without seeing anything.” – Charles Kuralt

(unless you take the train)



 So, ’til next week (when the Winter tree will be in place) …





One holiday down. Three to go.

Before Dinner

As I put it on the table …

After Dinner

An hour later …

Dirty Dishes

Friday morning …

Give thanks for dirty dishes.

They have a tale to tell.

While other folks go hungry

We’re eating very well.

I first heard this couplet from Jeanette Peel, wife of the pastor of the small church in Northridge to which I belonged when my youngest son was a baby. I continue to think of it every holiday.

A couple of things which have become sort of traditions occurred right on time.

We watched the classic WKRP flight of the turkeys. Oh, the humanity …

And I got to listen to Charles Laughton tell his Chartres story once again.

It was a good day …


Still on the subject of food … a Facebook friend asked for one of my holiday leftover recipes. I posted …

@Max …
You asked for my recipe for pot pie … it’s a simple, complicated one. I’ve been thinking how to post it … so here goes …
Start by putting the leftover meat (chicken, turkey, ground beef) into a mixing bowl – how much you use depends on what you have and how many you plan to feed and what their appetites are like.
Add chopped vegetables – any kind … whatever and however much you have (either fresh from the garden or leftovers).
Add any leftover gravy you have sitting around or make a medium roux with chicken stock or bouillon and add to the meat and vegetables until the consistency seems right.
Pour the whole thing into an oven proof dish and top with a 1-2-3 pie crust (made with vodka for flakiness) and call it “Pot Pie” … or top it with leftover mashed potatoes and call it “Shepherd’s Pie”.
Then bake until the inside is bubbling and the topping has browned.
Serve with a green salad of some kind (we like avocado and orange with this) and a full glass of whatever.

How does that sound?

Pot Pie


The number of responses, and their geographical range, surprised me. I had thought it was so vague no one would take it seriously. It came out of being trained to cook by a Depression survivor, i.e. nothing is wasted.


But I was wrong about it being accepted as a recipe. One response really impressed me. It showed up on Atara’s FB page saying “Wilma Dibelka … I did it.” with this picture.Atara's Pot Pies


Blessed are the “leftover” cooks.




It is still dark outdoors at 0700 and dark again by 1630. Only 18 days until Solstice. Then we can all sing with the Beatles …

     “Here comes the Sun King …”


Are you any good with anagrams? Not me.

I am pretty good at most puzzles like rearranging squares to form a picture or quickly matching colours or finding hidden objects or crosswords … but not anagrams. I can do them. It just takes time and concentration. Then, when the word pops out, it’s slap-the-forehead time because it was so obvious. Oh well …

Here are a few for you to try.   tvicana   nmbtaees   eosprroity

I’ve been stuck on these for a few days now. When you get them, let me know.


Spent a little time on genealogy last week. A friend doesn’t know much about her background and she gave me one name. Found location and even a picture. That was fun. We’ll go farther later.


There were a couple of interesting items last week on a genealogy site I read …

One searcher found a member of her German family had been on trial at Nuremberg as a result of being a Himmler lieutenant and she is having trouble accepting the relationship. Most genealogists were telling her “If you knew about my family what I know about my family …” or variations thereof. I’ve got Loyalists as well as Patriots during the Revolution and some murderers and not a few five and six month babies (and a couple who arrived before the preacher did). I would bet every family researcher could see that poker hand and raise me at least one.

The other item was a post by a southerner who had lines full of incest (his post started out with “My Great-grandfather was also my Grandfather …”). He is having trouble building a pedigree chart (you think?).

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh … the fun of genealogy.


Last friday the predicted rain began around 0930 and had a bit (a very little bit) of snow mixed in. Had it been all snow it would have been about 5″.Rainy Boardwalk

More soft rain on saturday, sunday, monday, and tuesday but without snow. Keep hoping.

Oh well …


There was an article on NPR last weekend about the spinners and knitters on the Shetland Islands. On the islands there are ~400,000 sheep and fewer than 60,000 people. The northern area knits fine, i.e. lace,  and the southern area does Fair Isle.

I have a connection to the Shetlands.

I heard about Shetland lace and ring shawls when I was a beginning knitter, and wanted to do that.

The Shetland Islands’ women started knitting “ring” shawls to sell to the seamen who called at the islands (that was before airports). They would pay BIG money for the shawls to take home to their women, more than for regular knitting. Ring shawls are large shawls which are done with yarn so fine that a shawl weighing five or six ounces can be six foot square and pass through a wedding ring.

That caught my imagination so over the years I learned to spin very fine and eventually was able to do similar shawls.

It was an interesting article about Urst and the other islands. The women still spin and knit, no longer because they have to … now just because it gives them pleasure.


The first of the lead-ins to the new season of Downton Abbey was on PBS last sunday (we didn’t watch past the first few minutes … too many next season spoilers). Now come four sundays of recapping last year’s season.

I am particularly fascinated by Edith and Lady Violet. However, were I living in that time, I think I’d prefer to be downstairs.


My hair is rarely a subject of conversation. Consequently, I was surprised last week when one morning George said “Your hair looks nice this morning.” Some of the front had fallen across my forehead and sort of looked like the bangs I used to wear. So I asked if he like my hair pulled back or in bangs. After some hemming and hawing he finally choose bangs. I think he had an opinion all along but was reluctant to say.

Guess what happened …Bangs


3 December 2014

It’s raining …


And here’s a reminder for us all …


“Sometimes you have to act braver than you feel,”   … Rae Tutera,


Coming up in the next week … Family History Center, the return of the MET, Tora Tora Tora, Downton Abbey, and the Tobacco Educational Council.


So … ’til next week …








Neighbors from up the road will be here tomorrow. They’re young, without family, and seem to have adopted us as surrogate grandparents.

The cranberry sauce (both kinds) is done. The turkey will go into the brine as soon as this gets posted.Stuffing The stuffing is drying and will be finished this evening. The egg custard (to go with the cookies brought by the neighbors) will be done by noon. Mashed potatoes, salad, pickle-olive-celery plate, and vegetables will be done tomorrow.Bowl

I’ll be using a bowl I got more than 50 years ago for buying my groceries at Kroger’s. At one time I had full serving pieces and table setting for four. Now all I have left is one dinner plate and this bowl.

We anticipate a good day. 


The meeting of the radio club went well last week. Next radio event will be a winter potluck at the clubhouse the week before Christmas. The menu (so far) includes a very large half meat-half vegetarian pizza, chicken cordon blue pasta, tomato-garlic-cheese bruscetta, coleslaw, rice pilaf, and pies (plural).


There must be something in the recent weather that affects animal behavior because there has been more roadkill on the pavements this autumn than I remember from the past … uncountable squirrels and chipmunks, some quail (surprisingly, since they are usually too fast), a skunk or three, a possum, and even a three-point buck up near Hilt. No wild turkeys though.

And raptors are obvious all over the place. I saw three red-tails along one stretch of road to the north. I’m used to seeing them on fence posts as well as telephone and power poles in spring … just not so much this time of year.

Years ago a cousin gave me a roadkill cookbook. Wish I could remember where I put it.


Somehow (probably a web order), I got on the send-her-every-catalog-available list. Every time we collect the mail, the stack gets higher. I apologized to Kevin, our mailcarrier, and he said not to fret since it is catalogs and other junk mail which are currently supporting the USPS. He added that he’d bet George knew that and had signed me up as a good deed to insure he still has a job.

We’re using the catalogs for fire starters.


On my way spinning last week, I stopped at Shasta Valley Meats in Montague to get some suet (I plan to make seed cakes for the winter birds).

In the process I discovered a jewel.

This shop is run by a couple, Doug and Holly Hamlin, and does local meat processing. They go where you are to butcher and then process your animal. They also do hunting meats such as elk and venison. In addition. they make their own sausages. It is all very much like what our nephew, Norman, used to do in San Luis Obispo at his Old Country Deli. Very local and “organic” (whatever that has come to mean).

I wound up getting a couple of pounds of suet (which was rendered on the wood stove and will soon be forming blocks) and a chuck of their elk-jalapeño-cheese salami, as well as a pack of buffalo cubes for stew.

We had the salami (in chunks) with peas and butter on vegetable pasta  … tasty. We had the stew with the buffalo last monday. Very good and surprisingly tender.  

They have free range chicken, but no “organic” pork. I would have to order a full box of something to get that and I’m not sure (yet) how I could handle 50# of bone-in tenderloin, but I’m working on it. I wonder about that situation since there is a farm in Scott Valley which advertises non-whatever pork. I’ll check into that farm.

I shop for grass fed beef at the Mt Shasta Supermarket (Butte Valley’s Prather Ranch beef). I will shop for chicken, elk, and possibly buffalo at Shasta Valley Meats. Now for a source of pork …

Lesson … buy in bulk.

And speaking of buffalo … there was a report on the news about a family in Buffalo, who were caught in the series of BIG storms without adequate food for their infant or themselves. They were whining about their situation, about having to walk a mile or so over snow to get to the store. These folks live in an area with a history. What are people thinking? What happened to planning ahead? 


Have you ever tried to apply for a grant? I am in the midst of that process … and am ready (almost) to start screaming at the monitor. I’m already shaking my fist.

I fill out the “Are you eligible?” form and get a “Yes”. We are not a non-profit or educational entity, but we are a recognized county government entity.

Then I try to create an account through which we can apply for support and because I (we) have no IRS AND/OR NCES information everything comes to a halt.

I’ve been corresponding with their “Support” service, following their instructions exactly, and winding up in the same place … time after time.

Graaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …(banging head here)


Last saturday I made flet for breakfast … or rather I made the recipe which I have done repeatedly over years and instead of flet I got fried custard. I have no idea what happened. I rechecked the recipe and it was the same one I’ve been using.

It was unusual and unexpected, but quite edible. I wonder what will happen next time I decide to serve flet.

Oh well …


Soft rain last thursday, friday, and saturday. Nice. Yellow skies. Nice smell. Sparkle on vegetation. Cozy fire. Plenty of fiber. Good books, both new and old favorites. Reason to stay indoors.

Speaking of fiber … at a steady 2 hours an evening (while watching the day’s ration of television), I finally emptied the magickal box !!!

Then, last weekend, I tried my hand at dyeing. I had two hanks of fiber and some blue dye left from who-knows-when. I had seen some fiber Janell had done which went from an intense shade to almost white and wanted to do that. I tried twice, and although the results are nice, they are not what I had in mind.Mistakes


Oh well … I can always try again.



We moved the ladies to their winter quarters last evening. There was some squawking, but they settled quickly. George plans to set up a light to come on earlier than dawn and stay lit a bit after dark. We’ll see how that affects egg production.


Anyone out there do Kombucha?

I did, a long time ago, and am toying with the idea a doing so again.

Comments ???


Grammar thought … the differences between “They decided to not do something.” and “They decided not to do something.” and “They did not decide to do something.”?

Interesting that there are no longer teachers (or not enough teachers) who know the language well enough to teach students the proper way to phrase their thoughts … and no one (or not enough ones) to correct them when their meaning is confused.

~~~Snow Robe

The Mountain is looking better.

26 Nov 2014

Today, outdoor humidity is 98%. Next rain due tomorrow night.

Grateful for rain. Still desiring snow …


Final thought for the week …


“Do you know what ‘Paid for by…’ really means? It meant a billion dollars in the last election. Our government is filled with people who have been ‘paid for’, …”

                                                                        — Jason Alexander




Hope you enjoy tomorrow. And so … ’til next week …









Rough Week




Safely through another week.





Venus is what we were. Mars is what we will become.

Just a thought … but is anyone listening?


Retinologist visit was okay. Not as much improvement this time, but improvement nevertheless. We go for the next treatment on winter solstice, 22 December.

Sunrise 13 Nov

                                       Sunrise as we went north was lovely.

While we were in Medford, I did some shopping and was able to find the little one ounce packets of cream cheese for our bagels. With just the two of us, opening a large brick of cream cheese results in about a 30% waste since we don’t eat bagels for breakfast every day and the brick molds between uses. I used to be able to get the packets at CostCo, but they stopped carrying them. So I went across the street to the restaurant supply store and got a box of 100 packets. We’re set now for at least a year.


Apples … I’m in apples … and the peels are piling up around my feet …

Our Granny Smith did a good job this year and then a friend offered me Romes. Her trees were breaking under the load. I took a neighbor with me and we brought home three bags full.

My friend also gave me five full-side salmon fillets. The church sisters get the fillets from Iron Gate where they milk the eggs and sperm from the wild run salmon for the hatcheries. We’ll be eating salmon at least every third or fourth week.


Spinning this month was at a home in Montague. I’ve not spent much time in Montague and so the residential area is new to me. The house where we were spinning was near a corner with three churches, a United Methodist Church, a Baptist Church, and a Community Church. I guess folks are pretty religious in Montague.

It was a packed meeting with a lot of conversations going. One about a trip to Grant’s Pass for a fiber fair was interesting. Three spinners were there and, following the fair, went out to dinner at a rather posh restaurant. They hadn’t anticipated the “posh” part and were in their spinning clothes (ones which hide handling grease and don’t hold fiber trash easily). They almost didn’t get in without a reservation, but when they said they’d been at the fair, in they went. Must have been because the fair brings money to town.

Cioppino was on the menu and they went for it. The server showed up shortly with bibs asking if they wanted help putting on their bibs. Wha? But they agreed and the ciopinno arrived … BIG bowls with seafood still in the shell.

About halfway through the bowl, Leslie went to the restroom (that word still slows me with its inaccuracy) and looked in the mirror. Her bib and her face were advertisements for the ciopinno. And while she was gone, LindaJo popped a piece of crab out of the shell, across the table, hitting Jill in the forehead. They both said it was a good thing it wasn’t higher because the people behind them were in dressy clothes.

I think I may go with them next year.



I’ve been spinning up the remainder of the fiber from Spinzilla, and I seem to finally be making headway with the magic box of fiber.



Had a confluence of events last week which terminated in a Chinese saying (as per a NOVA program) “Treat death like a birth.”

Interesting concept. Sort of like the admonitions that for every door which closes, another door opens … endings are actually beginnings … just  because we can’t see, doesn’t mean nothing is there …


The Tobacco Education Council project is coming along. I found a source for grant money. We may be able to get a grant for about $1,000. That would buy the Council a laptop, a portable printer, and a digital camera all of which we need for the project.

We’ll get the grant written and then things will go on hold until Spring.


Reservoir  18 Nov 2015There is water in the reservoir as a result of the recent rains. Not a lot of water, but some is better than none.

I remember when the reservoir was full in winter with water frozen deep enough to skate. Families used to go down and there would be warming fires on shore.

Oh well …

Temperatures have dropped, but not as much here as some other places. It has been down in the 20s for several nights. All outdoor growth has come to a halt and one above ground pipe spring a leak. But soon it will be time for seed catalogs and garden planning. Hope springs etc. …


Radio Club this evening. We’ll be making plans for the holiday potluck. Then genealogy on thursday.

And speaking of genealogy … did you hear Professor Gates call William Bradford a “Puritan” on the “Finding Your Roots” show last week? Boy, did that open a wasp’s nest. The understanding is that all Puritans were Pilgrims, but not all Pilgrims were Puritans. There is a rather large difference.

In my lines, G’father Bradford was a Pilgrim, but G’father Dudley was a Puritan. And during the Revolution, G’father Hughes was a Loyalist.

Isn’t genealogy fun?

~~~19 Nov 2014

Rather strong wind this morning …


And in conclusion …

Channeling Donald Rumsfeld,   ”…as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don’t know we don’t know.”


Confused?  Oh well …


‘Til next week …