Archive - 2006

December 2nd

Blue Jays



The blue jay above feasted at the feeder, until he was rudely shunned away by the blue jay below, who had noticably brighter plumage.

What to do?

That is the question we face in Iraq. I am glad I am not in a position to decide.

My first impulse would be: Let's pour in troops, settle things down, get rid of the bad guys and try to get the country back on its feet.

That is simply not possible without reinstituting the draft, a political impossibility right now. We only have about 20,000 troops to send in. In a country of 26 million, I somehow doubt that will tilt the scales.

Winter

Woke up to this today. A lot of snow fell last evening. It is puffy and powdery. If the wind comes up, it will blow around.

Last night, I attended a dinner for the board of the Northwest Minnesota Foundation in Bagley. The roads over weren't bad, but on the way home, it was downright nasty.

Chickadee eyes feeder

November 30th

Old newspapers

Spent the afternoon in a reel of microfilm of the Norman County Index from 1951 and 1952 at the Ada Library.

Saw that my grandfather ran ads for the nursery all summer. "We are happy to have visitors at any time, but we do not care to work Sundays."

Also, I saw that Grandpa was on the board of an organization called the Norman County Temperance Association. They had a speaker whose thesis was that if your neighbor doesn't know how to use his freedom properly, freedom for him is a curse. You should stop him as a service to himself and the larger community.

November 29th

Summoned to the Hilton

Aunt Olla called for me to come in an deliver some burn medication to the Hilton. Seems she orders her milk-toast with extra hot milk. The nursing home staff reluctantly prepares it as she wishes, but then their worst fears came true: Olla spilled a little of the hot milk on her arm.

The burn was minor, but not in the eyes of the staff. In fact, everybody soon knew about the milk burn and Olla had to try to calm down the furor. One nurse, a reader of this weblog, speculated that Olla was smoking in bed. It was a joke, and Olla loved it.

Which accent do you have?

After taking this strangely simple 12-question quiz, I was correctly identified as having a North Central, or Minnesota accent. See where you land.

November 28th

Goodbye to Wy

An old friend of Grandpa's, another first-generation nurseryman, Wy Sheppard has passed away at age 92. Wy was a colorful character, like all those old nurserymen. The wry look on his picture captures perfectly what little I knew of Wy's personality.

UPDATE: Weblog reader Mary writes:

Painful truth

Micheal Kinsley makes some salient points about the internet and egomania.

More drear pictures



Lone trees seem more lonely in the winter, and particularly on a wet, dreary day.



This willow stands about one-half mile north of the nursery.



Three miles away are these nice spruce trees, trees in such good condition that it is certain that somebody has taken care of them for the past twenty years.