People are strange, when you're a stranger . . . - January 7th, 2009
It's Wednesday -- do you know where your blizzard is?|
We expect, depending on which weather-prophet you follow and where they place our fair village in the ever-changing geography of Maine, somewhere between 3" of mixed precip and 12" of snow. This to occur between now and tomorrow, over an indefinite micro-schedule.
This weather Schrodinger's Cat brought to you by the proximity of ocean and a large Canadian ice-box.
In addition to the snowflakes, none of which are "special", we have a sideyard full of finches. No siskins noted, but they're about the same size and coloration, so you have to check every bird. And the targets keep moving.
Speaking of "targets", I always get a chuckle out of seeing the whole flock alarm at something, You have this flurry of wings and bodies, usually with one puzzled bird still perched on a feeder and peering around, visual language "Huh?"
Or, as Wife puts it, "What haw-awk!"
Addendum: Latest swarm is siskins and house finches.
Question of jurisdiction|
More on the noon news about that coffee shop. Various and sundry, worried about children and moral values and such.
Uh, folks? This is a planning board meeting. They don't have legal power over public decency. If the property is zoned for any kind of coffee shop, the dress code doesn't enter into the equation . . .