Two news reports that caught my attention this morning: 1.) It took three months for the world have its first 100,000 people infected with coronavirus. It took 12 days for the second 100,000 infections to happen.
2.) Even though we are hearing that this disease is most dangerous for people who are immune compromised or old and elderly (gulp) – here in the US is it not precisely following this trajectory. Some numbers are indicating that people (usually young) who vape are more at risk to end up in the hospital from coronavirus than would be expected among younger adults.
I have been on Twitter at least an hour today. I read both of these things and should have marked where I saw them. Sorry, I don’t know where I read them although I just googled both of these reports and there are a variety of sources talking about them.
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I heard the new “Emma.” movie was being released to streaming on Amazon this weekend. Cool! I pulled it up – and the RENTAL price was $20! Good Grief. Instead I paid $4 to rent the Emma with Gwyneth Paltrow and it was fun. Then I rented another movie that Len didn’t want to watch. When I finally came upstairs Len was on his computer watching “Igby Goes Down” – which he said was well made but didn’t make a whole lot of sense.
So anyways, I went to bed and fell asleep.
This morning Len told me that while he was watching his movie he became so twisted on his office chair that the bow of his shoelace hooked over the adjusting lever UNDER the seat of the chair. He realized this after the movie was over, after he had turned off his computer, and of course he had turned off all the lights in our office to watch the movie.
He couldn’t see how he was hooked. He also couldn’t lean over because he was tied to the chair.
It took him a while, he said, to free himself from his own office chair.
#QuarantineAdventures
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My grandson started to crawl yesterday! When they facetimed with us this morning he crawled around a corner with the biggest grin on his sweet baby face.
Our daughter is going to keep both of the kids home this week WHILE she also works from home. All over America parents are doing hard things. Next time someone tries to say our forebearers were amazing because they struggled and sacrificed to raise their families in this new land – I am going to remind them American parents still are amazing!
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This morning I was still in bed drinking coffee (#partnerswhobringpartnerscoffeeinbedstaypartners). I didn’t even have my glasses on yet when I heard a loud, weird squawky noise from outside. I smiled; I know that noise.
Migrating Black Crowned Night herons fly at night and roost and rest during the day. They are squat and their voices are not angelic. I have heard them only two springs in my whole life. Well, as of today, now I have heard them three times.
I lifted this from my old “Lost in Racine” column from April 23, 2005
Last week my husband I did something we've been meaning to do for years. We put our canoe into the Root River downtown, then paddled upstream as the river wends through the middle of Racine. We saw a few people fishing. We saw too many places where ugly avalanches of junk slide down banks.
We paddled around a bend. I glanced at bare trees along the bank. Something moved. I heard the rattle of branches. I looked closer. I whispered to my husband, "There's a Night Heron in there." He whispered back, "What's a Night Heron?"
The last one I saw was years ago when we lived in Chicago. It perched all day on a neighbor's roof and then flew away that night. Here was one of these (to me, at least) rare birds again. It's about the size and shape of a 10-pound bag of flour, wears a blue-gray coat over white-gray undercoating, has short legs (for a heron), long beak, and a black cap. Its official name is Black-crowned Night Heron.
Len and I admired the ungainly creature. There were more rustles in the trees. Another Night Heron. More wings luffing, more branches rattling. Another one and another one. My heart raced as I stopped counting with my brain and started jamming a finger up from my fist for each heron I saw.
I lost count at 23. It was one of the most beautiful and eerie things I've ever witnessed. All those birds shapeshifting out of a semi-abandoned industrial nook of the inner city.
A friend says Black-crowned Night Herons are migrating north these days. The ones we saw are likely on their way to Horicon Marsh.
To hear one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwudpl-daDw
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Dayiy#9
Next time you go there take
A lot of this made me smile
I just love your nature
Aw Shucks... Thank you! I
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