California's burning. So sad.
We're gonna take over Greenland. Never mind that Greenland doesn't necessarily want to take us.
Never mind the high price of eggs; after all, the Gulf of Mexico will have a new "beautiful" new name.
And, it's pretty official today that nobody will be minding the fact store from now on.
My son's team won their game last night. Never mind that the other team at ten more points.
In my mind, they won, so that's the truth, according to me.
But Max from the Daily Bee still writes the truth, so you can check the link to see the real story.
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It's a "beautiful" thing to have free license to make up the truth as you want it to be.
Truth or fiction, though, those eggs are still gonna cost a lot as long as the spread of bird flu remains a concern.
It's beginning to look like a wild and woolly world out there.
But wait!!!!
We can still escape, if even for only a few minutes.
That's what I did yesterday, much like I do as often as possible.
My escapes involve walks in the woods with the dogs, time spent with my horses and my passion for getting in the car and going to "I know not where."
Yesterday I was planning to drive the Rapid Lightning-Gold Creek loop.
Twas almost an unconscious realization that the car, instead, had gone south toward HWY 200 and then turned east.
I guess I'm going toward Hope, I thought while entering the Pack River flats area.
Oh well, Rapid Lightning and Gold Creek can wait until another day.
This is what's so much fun about my photography passion: no real agenda except to take pictures and to embrace whatever comes my way.
Yesterday, and ironically, a nice gentleman came my way after he had just come from Gold Creek.
I had turned off HWY 200 and driven a short ways up the Trestle Creek Road. With this open winter, I knew it would be easy to walk to the creek.
Knowing there would be no kokanee spawning, I focused my attention on all the beauty that surrounds that beautiful creek.
Yesterday, I was drawn to moss-covered stumps with fresh, clean water rushing past on its way to the lake.
After taking a few photos, I saw a car pull into the parking lot. A man got out and walked my direction.
"Are you getting any good pictures?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, "these stumps are really neat."
"I know you," he said.
"Who are you?" I asked, without identifying myself.
"Howard Nusbaum," he answered.
That was all the introduction I needed, even though it was still several minutes before I identified myself.
We talked about his wife Debb and his three daughters, all of whom he adores.
I told him that his wife had taught with my sister at Farmin-Stidwell School, and then I told him the story about his daughter and son-in-law who had secretly gifted Bill and me a dinner at MickDuffs a few months ago.
We both knew pretty quickly that we had a lot in common, including our 70-something selves. After I told him my name, he realized even more clearly our connections. Howard knows Bill through Trout Unlimited.
So, we talked fishing and cycling on dirt roads and the Camino de Santiago, which his wife plans to walk, and kids and life in general.
Then I left him to enjoy one of his favorite spots with my plans to go take some more pictures and with the comforting knowledge that meeting Howard had been a highlight of my day.
Who cares about Greenland and the Gulf of America and all the other whoppers we hear while listening to the news when we can happen on to pleasant Howard-like opportunities???
Connecting with real people in real-life natural settings trumps anything those so-called "wannabe something's" try to inflict upon us.
I hope, through all the turmoil ahead. that we can still enjoy serendipitous moments like those I spent with Howard yesterday.
That's how we cope.
Below, I simply posted what I read this morning about the future of truth. It's seriously a sad situation for anyone who has ever considered truth sacred throughout a lifetime.
in fact, this topic takes me way back to my childhood years and to a yellow pencil upon which one of three children had carved.
My mother was curious to know "who dunnit." It took time and some tough love, but my mother finally enticed the culprit to tell the truth.
We never forgot that simple lesson, and I think we all still do our best to hold on to the truth, to share the truth and to endeavor to learn the truth when something doesn't add up.
But I guess that was "so yesterday."
If only those politicians had endured the Virginia Tibbs pencil test/interrogation as youngsters!
Policing the truth on social media is a Sisyphean challenge.
The volume of content — billions of posts in hundreds of languages — makes it impossible for the platforms to identify all the errors or lies that people post, let alone to remove them.
Yesterday, Meta — the owner of Facebook, Instagram and Threads — effectively stopped trying.
The company said independent fact-checkers would no longer police content on its sites. The announcement punctuated an industrywide retreat in the fight against falsehoods that poison public discourse online.................................................It’s also possible that people value entertainment and views they agree with over strict adherence to the truth.
If so, the internet may be a place where it is even harder to separate fact from fiction.
from the New York Times newsletter
Two toilets in our house now flush. Both are new models. The downstairs commode came last summer when Joey and Jada from VIP Plumbing remodeled the bathroom.
Upstairs, we now have a new sink and a new toilet.
So, our bathrooms can go to the bottom of the "to do" list.
Thanks, Joey and Jada.
Knowing that we'll have to wait until spring to figure out the location of the outdoor leak, we feel pretty good about solving the trio of problems that arose within a week's time.
Next????
My new friend Howard.
Another escape: the ZAGS
They play San Diego tonight at 6 p.m. PST in the Kennel.
You can watch them on Channel 6 or stream on ESPN+.
GO, ZAGS!!!
1 comment:
Howard enjoyed his meeting with you😉 A very sad state of affairs- our nation is in😞
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