This has not been an ideal day. Friday Market was rained out; although at least it wasn't raining when I started walking, and I didn't have to walk far, I walked far enough on rainy streets that my shoes smell like gutters; Amazon (and/or the rain and/or the mountains and/or this "old" computer from circa 2009-10) bungled that free book someone had tried to send me to review; nobody's offering to adopt my beastly Problem Cat Barnie; people for whom I wrote things on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday are being lazy about paying. Somebody should at least take Barnie off my hands; it (I'm really not sure) is gentle with humans, though not with slower and smaller cats, and it's extremely fluffy and likes being groomed. I lured it to my hand with the promise of rubbing behind its ears. Categories: Animals, Book, Food, Mental Health, Phenology Links, Politics, Washington, Zazzle.
Almost unbearably cute, funny dog photo essay:
Tiny kitten explores Halloween treat bucket:
Clever dolphins train humans to deliver more fish. (Genius? Meh. Green herons have figured out how to bait fish with bread, and, as demonstrated by Abby-Lab above, dogs and cats have figured out several ways to negotiate for more food treats.)
Today's book link was proposed by a correspondent. I've not read it, myself, but it should be interesting; Edith Bolling Galt Wilson was quite a character.
I don't plan to be online tomorrow; Saturday is supposed to be my day of rest, and if I have to go into town on a Saturday I feel oppressed and depressed and repressed and pressured and generally not good. Those of you who do use the Internet on Saturday may enjoy this one. (Although Salsa workshops generally tend leftward, they also generally tend to be pretty good, and open to all political persuasions.)
Gluten-free if you can trust the oatmeal:
Gluten-free...and (should we mention?) a palatable source of Vitamin E. Grandma Bonnie Peters recommends eating sweet potatoes once a week while going through "midlife," either as a man or as a woman. I don't eat them that often and haven't noticed any symptoms of Vitamin E deficiency...but I like sweet potatoes.
It's hard to make cookies gluten-free, but for those who can eat flour and have decorative pumpkins to use up after Halloween, here's a way to use them. (Gluten-free flour works a little better in "pan cookies" that can be iced or layered with pumpkin pie filling, scooped out, and eaten with a fork--or spoon.)
What if what life has handed you to use up are black walnuts?
Gluten-free version of a B.L.T. sandwich (as salad):
Somebody out there needs to know...if you think you might be an addict, yes, it's possible to have a "high bottom." Y'know, for some addicts "hitting the bottom" of the addiction cycle means waking up in a gutter or strapped onto a gurney with all kinds of injuries you have no memory of incurring; for some it means being arrested for disorderly conduct or driving under the influence; for some it means that one morning when the alarm clock goes you say "I am sick and tired of waking up with a hangover." My father was a genetic alcoholic who "hit the bottom" when, as a drill sergeant, he received a daily list of soldiers to be disciplined for drunk-and-disorderly conduct, and his name was on the list...or maybe when he backslid one more time after that and realized he'd beaten up a good friend for no good reason. My natural sister and I have grown up self-identifying as genetic alcoholics who "hit the bottom" just from hearing Dad tell us, if we ever met any of his friend's descendants, to remember that he'd regretted that two-cans-of-beer "binge" all the rest of his life. So I've never taken a drink--if wine is being poured I say "I'll be the designated driver"--and going to meetings would feel silly to me, but yes, I have other physical indicators of Irish-and-or-Cherokee alcoholic genes, and that's why I've never drunk alcohol. You don't score points for having a lower "bottom" than other addicts, right? It's all right to have a short story, have a viable life, and be a good sponsor or ally for those who've "hit bottom" further down than you did. (Content warning: Laura McKowen's post is written the way addicts talk, not the way aunts talk.)
President Obama claims that people in Miami are seeing "the ocean coming up through the streets"? Apart from in the midst of a hurricane? Are they really seeing that? If so, why aren't they telling the rest of the world about it? If tides in Miami really are regularly rising higher than they've been rising all these years, that would be Real News!
Photo essay from North Carolina looks a lot like what we're seeing in Gate City: a majority of trees still green or just starting to turn yellow, a few bright red and yellow ones:
The United Nations may have dropped the title "Agenda 21," but they've not recognized the fundamental evilness of trying to pack people into "dense cities." I got it, before I ever heard of Agenda 21, by reflecting on the history of natural disasters...comparing the 2001 attacks on New York and Washington, or other storms with Hurricane Katrina. Natural disaster + dense population = deathtrap. U.N. proposals for making cities denser are very underhanded alternatives to war.
I want to know: After checking out this temporary link, does anyone out there (a) think Cato is too serious (this is a typical newsletter of theirs), or (b) want to see more of their serious content linked here?
Presidential motorcades are not really endless, but the endless-loop video in this photo essay gives you the feeling...especially around the inaugural season, when a person can get pretty cold waiting for the motorcade to pass by.
I need this one! Barnie is making it difficult.