The Playa Begins to Stir

When last we left the playa lake I’ve been watching and sort of quasi documenting for just over a year, it was dormant. Two and a half inches of snow had disappeared into the knee-high bunchgrasses surrounding the main basin, and the longer reeds and sedges of the inner basin absorbed all the moisture that might fall. A coyote had sniffed around the school during class hours, drawn by the shelter of the wind, and by the smaller mammals that also sought out protection and heat. Otherwise the world lay still, quiet, sleeping. But slowly, in fits and starts, green returned to the land. Continue reading

One Hundred Years Ago… The US in WWI Part 1

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We don’t have a dog in the fight. We have to make the world safe for democracy. We have to defeat the Hun. England deserves to lose because of what she’s done to Ireland. The US should be a model for world peace and stay out of the war. The US has a duty to defeat Imperial Germany because we owe France and  because of what the Hun have done to Belgium.

The US entry into WWI was a strange moment in history, and one that historians still wonder about. Continue reading

Christus Resurexit!

He is risen indeed!

A light shone in the darkness, and the darkness overcame it not.

A most blessed Easter to my Christian readers, and hopes for a wonderful, rich day and bright future for all my readers.

I love this Russian choral piece, because of the music, and because of how it describes spring. It is “Alleluia! Christ is Risen” by Andre Kopolyoff, arranged by Harvey B. Gaul.

Due to Editing…

the history post has been rescheduled to Monday.

I’m working through the recommendations and edits on the next Cat book. I’ve gone through my usual phases, starting with “How dare you flag that usage” to “Er, he’s got a point” to “Hmm, no, that one stays,” to “OK, OK, dang I thought I’d stopped doing that, OK.”

 

I can haz grammar?

Thus far there’s only one major-minor reworking that’s going to be needed. I do wish I’d quit picking new words to over-use. It started with “very” and then “quite” and now it is “rather.”

I thought I’d already fixed that? And where did those words come from?

Edited to add: The Edits are Done!! And what remains of my brain is checking out for the rest of the day.

“Don’t be a Cat in the Doorway!”

I have no idea how many times Sib and I heard that growing up. We’d hesitate in the middle of the doorway, either looking at something or trying to make up our mind if we wanted to go out or stay out or come in, and MomRed’s voice would echo down the hallway, ‘Go or come. Don’t be a cat in the doorway!” We heard it almost as often as “Close the icebox door! You’re letting all the cold air out.” Continue reading

Farm Fun!

There’s just something cool when you turn a bunch of history-minded people loose in a museum. I earned serious street creds from a group of professors in Oklahoma City by helping them identify which theme went to which Western TV series. I’ve heard interesting stories while lurking behind the next display, pretending not to be listening in. And this was no exception. After all, it is not often that you can spend time looking at something like this, and talking to people who grew up riding on them or working on them, or yes:

First came tanks, then tractors, then more tanks. You’ll still see large treaded tractors on the northern plains.

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White Cliffs of Dover

“There’ll be bluebirds over the White Cliffs of Dover/ Tomorrow, when the world is free.”

That’s one of those songs that makes me choke up every dang time I hear it. I can’t sing it through without crying. I think it is because of all the hopes and might-have-beens in the lyrics, of just how strongly the singer wants everything to be better, for the bad guys to be gone, and for Johnny to be home again. Continue reading