Free seeds say the birds
Coming up on three weeks since the tone of the country changed. Less than a week since the actual “power” changed hands, but there’s a real difference. The fear game is less apparent. Some of the minions from the last cabinet have already started to speak on their own, without scripts. The comment pages on social media are very busy; so many people wanting to wave and let the rest of us know that they survived. Rather cool!
I know; there are still far too many believers. Given the chance they’d turn the clock back. Keep that in mind for the next two hundred weeks.
We had flurries today. The birds around the feeder didn’t let that discourage them (Hey! Free seeds!) I was out, briefly, in the car. What with the white stuff hitting the windscreen and the sudden gust-directed changes in my heading, I could only think of one thing: I’m going to have to find my mittens.
To the “wet coaster” who dropped $36K for a single bottle of single-malt, and who has already sampled a single shot:
Sorry, but words escape me.
That rare Morse key that I eyed on eBay did sell. I wasn’t able to drop £300. I can’t imagine spending what was finally required (£555). However, if the new owner is unable to make it work, I’m willing to put the beast on my test bench and see if I can make sense out of things. Seriously, my chances of ever actually owning one of those Marconi 365FZ keys gets slimmer and slimmer. They don’t make them any more…
