The rabbits seem to have left me one zinnia, close to blooming.
In the foreground are poppies, and further back is a planting of “Orange” (that’s all the label said when I bought them). I don’t usually plant annuals, but those “Orange” did really well, spreading out to fill the planter.
The days are coming when I will long for all this green.
Strange married couple survives 117 days at sea on a life raft. The story speaks for itself. I’m not sure the writing was great. The story stuck with the couple, Maurice & Maralyn, from their meeting, through their ordeal, and then too long after their ordeal was past, at which point things just seem to meander to a sad ending with their deaths by natural causes.
Sky & lake & Xopher
“Your mind will take on the character of your most frequent thoughts: souls are dyed by thoughts.” Marcus Aurelius
by Jerry Z. Muller
Kind of a one-point wonder of a book. The complaints mostly seem to be about how taking actions (rewarding & penalizing) based on metrics leads to gaming the system. I would have preferred the more philosophic angle – how we lose our way when only what is measurable becomes important. Take the example of charities. We’ve gotten used to judging the “effectiveness” of charities based on the percentage of their income that goes to actual programs vs. overhead and fundraising. But why – because measuring actual effectiveness (results) is often hard. But measuring inputs (dollars in, dollars spent on this vs. that) is easy. Hence that becomes the only or most important thing. But that means that if a lot of overhead is NECESSARY to achieving results, the charity still comes out looking bad, regardless of results achieved.
Always remember that what science can measure is not all that exists.
And turquoise makes 4. This is my color scheme for this year’s weaving project.
The “Brown Swiss” can be almost blue-looking.
by Olga Tokarczuk
Similarities to DRIVE YOUR PLOW OVER THE BONES OF THE DEAD, but no plot, and missing the wonderful protagonist.
We visited Newport VT and Lake Memphremagog, biking from the city up to the Canadian border along the east side of the lake. I’m so used to Lake Champlain, it’s weird to bike north along a different big lake, and see totally different mountains on the other side, and return to a totally different Vermont city. Vermont is so much more than the places we usually go! Then we went to Kingdom Brewing where they had a band.
Finished this bracelet for a friend. Yes, in retirement I am just a crafting factory, and a biking machine.
Tytania 