Too nice; stay home
Watching the weather; if it gets too nice, I’ll have to stay home. That’s my mantra for travel with the dog. Happily, the promised rain never came, and I simply tied him to the car, outside, with his blanket and bowl. Came back two hours later to find that he was still content.
But the travel? Not too far. We were over at the rec centre for an afternoon of crowd-sourced local history research. Even had a cousin in the mix. The interest (after several months) is in finding the ancestors of people who have spent their lives in the area and never considered their forebears as historical. The impressions are changing, and my time was spent reviewing one family and arranging for a data transfer. All cool.
The posting of two old pictures (probably mid-identified) has set off the questioning about whether or not there were bridges that are now gone. Actually, yes. With aerial photos in support, and the memories of people who were here in the WW2 period, we’ve identified where one “bridge of fortune” was located; finding remains in the water is all that is left.
And now the dog and I are here in the dark. No wild animals (yet). No rising moon. I’m not going over to the “other” lighthouse to see the hams in action until tomorrow. For today, I’ve been social enough. Time to recharge the mental batteries. And if I decide to read, or listen to music, or whatever, the day will end on a contented tone.
