Dim the lights, as a minimum
This evening, for a sixth time, we will join the global observation of Earth Hour. Nothing strenuous; turn off a few lights, crack a sack of lightly salted potato chips and relax. Come on, it’s only an hour.
I did send out the requisite reminder to the kids. One response wondered if keeping his smart phone in play counted. From where I sit, if you can find the contraption by candle light, you’ve done your part. Another son is at work, and somehow, I figure that turning out all the lights in the place might be seen as overly zealous.
No mention in the press about whether our mayor (a light onto the world!) will dim the city. It has happened, before, but right now there are more important things to watch over. Can you say “arena”? Politely?
Found a new place to glean family history details: FB. A regional interest group has started posting names, dates, connections. Exactly what the genealogist needs to get through a long winter. My own posting has received some feedback, and if I’m lucky, I’ll learn the identity of several ancestors. There’s already confirmation that South Uist might need a personal visit. Beyond the Runrig connection: Siol Ghoraidh. Yes, one of the tracks from my life soundtrack.
Must get busy. Unfair to expect others to carry the load. My life soundtrack should include at least one or two original compositions. After all…
In conclusion, here’s the nine year view of things from my driveway, as of this date.
