Yesterday was full of surprises, the biggest of which was PELICANS at Eagle Creek! Jen and I were out again, along with her daughter Ali, to see if we could catch some larger birds than we had the last time out. There was the usual collection of smaller birds floating on the water, and we caught a handful of blue herons and egrets wading around the shoreline. We first saw a couple of pelicans out in the middle of the lake and considered it unusual, but they were too far away for either of our cameras to get a good shot. But then, as we came around the North side of the land bridge, the first group flew in right over our heads, the shot above. Over the next several minutes, more came in groups of three, five, or seven. In total, nearly forty pelicans were taking a breather along the shallow water.
Why is this a surprise? Because pelicans don’t belong in Indiana! Sure, one might occasionally find one up around Lake Michigan during the summer, but we’re too far inland for them to be interested in hanging out here. More often, they prefer the warmer climates of Southern California and … Florida. Our best guess is that Helene’s winds blew the sea birds up here and now they’re trying to get back home before frost hits tomorrow night. I’ll share more pictures in a separate post later this morning.
Then, I came home, took a nap, and went outside to find that it rained? Not a lot, nothing more than a brief shower, just enough to leave droplets on top of the trash bin and make the road wet. But, there wasn’t any rain in the forecast yesterday morning! Conditions with the advancing cold front were just right to generate spotting showers around the region. More could pop up today. The cloud cover prevents air tempts from dropping too low. Only when the skies clear Wednesday night will we see frost.
Solaris wants you to know that he thinks human life is silly and that we should spend more time napping in the sunlight and cleaning ourselves. In fact, he’s decided that if a human touches him, he needs to clean the filthy area immediately. I gave him pets as I sat down and now he’s ferociously attempting to remove the stink from his body. Too bad that desire for cleanliness doesn’t extend to things like cleaning up his vomit from the floor.
Other news? It’s concerning that the UN is concerned about the safety of their peacekeepers. This is a sign that no one is playing fair and none of the leaders can be trusted. None of them. Just toss the Geneva Convention out of the window. War crimes are being committed daily and no one is doing a damn thing about them. I have ideas, but they’re probably too extreme.
North Korea is throwing a hissy fit, blowing up roads and rail yards in its own country. Those with multiple children will recognize this tactic of throwing toys all over the room while yelling and screaming in frustration. Why? Who the fuck knows. Perhaps the tomato slipped out from their cheeseburger. Maybe their wearing the red outfit when they want to wear the dirty brown one. Possibly a sibling walked past without saying anything. North Korea has a brain deficiency that doesn’t allow them to progress and grow. And their diaper stinks.
Oh, if you’re one of those selfish people who thinks that the US needs to seriously crack down on immigration, I hope you’re ready to pay more for milk. You see, the price of milk has long been regarded as a bellwether for families with children. When milk prices rise, family health declines. Dairy farms rely on migrant labor because lazy Americans don’t want to work seven days a week. Most milk cows have to be milked twice a day, every day. No exceptions. Take away the migrant labor and… you see where this is going, don’t you? A hard line on immigration almost immediately relates to higher prices on the most basic necessities. Perhaps we need to rethink our approach.
I know October is a spooky scary month, but most people prefer their horrors to be pretend. Russia, however, is making them real. As the trial in the death of a British woman in 2018 began yesterday, we found out that the vial containing the poison that killed her had enough to kill thousands of people. That only one person was killed was not Russia’s intended outcome. Let that sit and simmer in your nightmares for a while.
FEMA workers change some hurricane-recovery efforts in North Carolina after receiving threats. You would think that people would welcome those trying to help them. That doesn’t seem to be the case in the backwaters of North Carolina where apparently Fox News is the only television station anyone watches. One person was arrested yesterday for apparently attempting to carry out violence against federal aid workers. Maybe next time we let them drown.
I know, that statement is cold, harsh, and inhumane. I’m over all the stupidity, though. When people are trying to kill those who want to help, we’re no longer in a position to offer them humane support. The election is getting tighter as we move closer to November 5 and whether or not the election is peaceful is a serious concern! Who the fuck have we become? Last week, Australia sentenced a man to prison for giving a nazi salute in public. There’s no tolerance there for the kinds of stupidity that lead to people being killed. The problem with the US taking that approach at this juncture is that we’d have to jail a quarter of the population! We have become too tolerant of the type of speech and behaviors that lead to violence. We have become too tolerant of rhetoric that marginalizes immigrants, LGBTQIA+ populations, and women. Continuing down this path inevitably leads to a fall that makes what happened to the Roman Empire look like a child’s birthday party by comparison. We must vote better. We must scream louder. We dare not sit silent.
I’m glad I’m old and probably won’t live to see Mad Max become a reality. There’s little question in my mind that the US, and perhaps the world, is headed in that direction.
Don’t mind me, though. I’m just going to sit over here and drink coffee and take pictures of birds.
Sunday Morning Update: 12/29/24
I went to bed at 8:15, barely able to keep my eyes open, and slept for a solid eleven hours, to the point that the cats were coming into the Recovery Room to question why they hadn’t yet been fed. When I finally got around to checking my phone, which had been knocked onto the floor, the AP alerts told an interesting story. 8:33 – 17 dead in South Korea airliner crash. 9:46 – 29 dead …. 11:23 – 74 dead …. 12:29 – 179 dead …. In the end, AP reports A total of 179 people — 85 women, 84 men, and 10 others whose genders weren’t immediately identifiable — died in the fire.
Exactly what happened is still unclear. The Muan tower issued a bird strike warning and gave permission to the Jeju Air flight to land on a different runway. The landing gear was never deployed. The plane skidded along the runway on its belly before crashing into a concrete barrier and exploded into flames. Aviation experts who talked to Reuters expressed doubts about a bird strike affecting the landing gear, though, and raised additional questions. “Why didn’t fire tenders lay foam on the runway? Why weren’t they in attendance when the plane touched down? And why did the aircraft touch down so far down the runway? And why was there a brick wall at the end of the runway?” said Airline News editor Geoffrey Thomas.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the border, North Korea’s roly-poly dictator with a bad haircut announced his toughest anti-US policy yet. Never mind that North Korean troops fighting in Ukraine on behalf of Russia are dying almost as fast as they’re deployed. This overgrown toddler with a bad temper has absolutely no regard for the people he governs. He wants to be the biggest bully on the block, but all he’ll ever be is an afterthought.
At this point, I’m not sure that there is anything that can salvage this dumpster fire of a year. Among all the year-in-review articles floating on every news page, I was most interested by a statement from Taryn Simon in her piece for the New York Times. “You can’t see anything reflected in boiling water. But when it’s still, water is a mirror,” she said. “It’s still in the anticipation, and it’s still in the aftermath. But we’re told to watch when it’s boiling.” There has been a lot of boiling in 2024 and there are already plenty of people turning up the fire for 2025. We have to look carefully at all that’s going on, watch the water after it has settled, before seeing the reality of what’s happening.
I’m afraid I’m going to need a new coffee machine (yes, there’s a metaphor coming). The machine that I bought in 2015 has reached a point where I have to wait two to three hours for half a pot of coffee. Never mind that I put in enough water for a full pot. Half the water is evaporating before it hits the ground beans. The problem is blockage. We have hard water and over almost ten years of use, the narrow lines have limited the speed at which water is moved from the heating tank to the basket containing the coffee. Sure, we’ve tried various solutions over the years, but ultimately the corrosion wins. I’ve had to drink my morning coffee a half cup at a time.
Countries are the same way. Boiling water is useful, removing impurities and such, but when water is left boiling too long, it begins to evaporate. If the heat isn’t removed, the whole thing becomes useless. Corrosion, corruption, lies, deceit, and fear-mongering destroy what should be useful conversations. Exclamations that amount to “this is my country, not yours,” keep tempers hot. We stop talking and start yelling. We stop listening. As a country, we’ve been boiling for so long that we’ve forgotten what turned on the heat in the first place. Our lines of communication are so corroded with opinions and lies that the truth has trouble getting through.
The price of coffee keeps increasing, as well, but that’s another conversation for another time.
Make no mistake, life in the US has been worse. Drop back to the 1930s, less than 100 years ago, when the depression was in full swing, when organized crime controlled much of the nation, when soup lines were a necessary part of survival, women’s rights were largely nonexistent, and “alternative” sexualities were unspoken. People needed to have large families because the odds of children surviving into adulthood were too slim, and the odds were just as bad for mothers surviving childbirth. Families in rural America often maintained their own cemeteries because they just kept dying.
The problem is that we don’t need to be anywhere close to challenging century-old statistics. The economy is, supposedly, booming. Medical science allows us to live over 100 years. We throw out more food than we can consume. So, why aren’t our lives better?
Consider the possibility that we have so much of everything, that we’ve lost our damn minds and don’t know what to do with it all. Prime example: the disaster that is method dressing. Sorry, this world doesn’t need more impractical red-carpet looks, especially when there’s no fucking red carpet. Neither do we need to see anyone’s butt crack. Whale tails and jelly everything weren’t good ideas the first time around. WTF is “pre-shower” makeup? What’s the difference between a “mushroom bob,” “micro-bob,” and “boy bob”? I’d ask Kat but I’m afraid she might throw something at me. We have made 2024 just as much of a cultural nightmare as the political climate.
Maybe our best move at this point is to start 2025 by turning down the fucking fire and letting the water be still. Pour vinegar over the corruption and see how much melts away. Replace what’s not working in our lives.
Clearly, our approach to 2024 was a bad one. Let’s try something different.
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