Cow-Boys and Colonels

Reading, reading, reading. The weather and our colds have prompted reading overly much. We used to interrupt our busy days to stop and read a while. It has almost gotten to the point where we interrupt our reading to do a few household chores.

Our reading Black Hills of South Dakota history has been enriched from the standpoint of Lakota women, Josephine Waggoner and Susan Bettelyoun; from that of a distant shirt tail relative, Ed Lemmon, who had a government contract to deliver beeves to a couple of Indian Reservations in the 1800's; and from notes, diaries, letters and stories from the miners, immigrants, and ranchers who lived there in the late 1800's and early 1900's.

Most of it has been written with utter seriousness. Presently, we are reading it from the angle of a French Baron, Edmond de Mandat-Gracey who had been schooled by Jesuit Fathers in Paris. The Baron was writing it to excite readers all over France with his one month day-by-day adventures throughout the Black Hills with his traveling companions, Monsieur de Bouverie; in Rapid City they joined Gifford Parker who acted as their guide for the visit.

Parker took them to a hoped for spa that he intended to create out of a piece of land at Cascade which is South of Hot Springs. He described how excited Parker was at showing him his intended layout, "making us galop (sic) over the plain in every direction, for to please him, we must see everything. The Americans in speculation have a kind of blind, habitual enthusiasm which becomes contagious, and in the long run, one no longer has a very clear conscience with regard to what is actually a fact, or what is merely in the inchoate stage of a project." "Here is the stage station, here is the depot, the bank will be here and the hotel there."

I myself, have seen that very enthusiasm for some cockamamie idea from the men in the family that I have married into.

He explains "a special malady of the American brain, developed particularly in the West, where there are few men who do not manifest these symptoms. It's diagnosed in an irresistible desire to take in the left hand a piece of wood, and to reduce it to morsels the size of a match by a gentle and regular movement of the right hand armed with a pocket knife, a razor or a bowie-knife."

His telling that the proprietors of hotels provide their guests a block of wood to whittle or they whittle up the benches on their porches. This is a wonderful humourous history as seen through the eyes of a French Baron.

Short Toes and a Hefty Gluteus Maximus

Endurance running proponents believe that being able to run for extended lengths of time is an adapted trait, most likely for obtaining food, and was the catalyst that forced Homo erectus to evolve from its apelike ancestors. More to the point, a distance-running legacy happened when 26 markers developed on the human body, including short toes, a hefty gluteus maximus and Achilles tendon, springy tendon-loaded legs, and the little-known nuchal ligament that stabilizes the head when it’s in rapid motion.

I can understand the urge to run. There was a time that I could run a fair distance at a pretty good clip. I could jump the horse pasture fence, sprint to a small grocery store/post office and race for home leaping a couple of fences on the return trip. That was during the idylic couple of years in the middle of the Black Hills in a small community of 45 folks.

So what happened, I wonder, for I still have short toes and a hefty glute. I couldn't run anywhere let alone leap a fence. Maybe someting happened to my nuchal ligament.

Unequal Equinox

The word “equinox” comes from Latin and means “equal nights.” Around March 20, sunrise and sunset are about twelve hours apart everywhere on Earth. Because of that, a lot of people think that day and night are of equal length on March 20. But actually the day is a little longer than the night on this date. There are a few reasons for that. Sunrise occurs when the top of the sun (not the center) is on the horizon. But the sun actually appears to be above the horizon when it is in fact still below it. That’s because Earth’s atmosphere refracts or “bends” light coming from the sun, so we see the sun a couple of minutes before it actually rises over the horizon. If you add the daylight that persists after sunset, you’ll find the day on the equinox is several minutes longer than the night.

That is a mouthful. My mother taught me that Easter always falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox. And who was I to question that?

I almost went googly-eyed when I 'Googled' both spring equinox and Easter. I like my mother's explanation for the different dates for Easter much better. What brought this on was looking at the icicles on my header and thinking it is time to have a more positive image up there. I am keeping my eye out for the ferns to lift their fiddle heads.

Faith vs. Fear

So what is to be fearful of? I could list a lot of thing that make me personally fearful, but that exercise would only emphasize those very things I find distressing.

I read that of all the Biblical instructions to "Fear not" is the most common. That is reassuring. On reading Amazing Love The writer states that there are 366 "Fear Not" instructions.

It was always faith that enabled me to do the things that needed doing. Over the years there were some seemingly insurmountable obstacles to a few personal endeavors I took on. Was any of it just dumb luck? I don't think so. Maybe it was a combination of prayer and Finnish Sisu.

At any rate I did accomplish a few little things. Learning to read music and play the cello when I was 65 comes to mind. The truth of that matter was to see if a TIA that ripped out some vision from both eyes, also ripped out the rest of my brains. The rest of that silly story is that my vision returned and now nearly 10 years later, I have parked the cello for a weekly dusting.

As the days pass before my eyes and in and out of my hearing aid, I do not fear this unsettling time in our world. My America is as beautiful as it was when I was being formed in 1945. Yes, I heard a lecture in which the premise was made that people form their values, their viewpoints, and their personality when they are ten years old. The perceived events, both personal and national, are held throughout life. How thankful I am for my own and the extended family that molded me as they shared their beautiful world with me.

Dow Falls Below 6800

According to the Wall Street Journal stocks on the DOW are down 52.25% from its high on Oct. 9, 2007. Does it make me want to go upstairs and throw myself from the window there? Not yet, probably never. Our Oracle from Omaha entertained his stockholders this past weekend. That poor guy lost billions on a long shot on oil which is down to around $40 a barrel today.

There are ways to hold on to the loose change in our pockets and the bill$ in the bank. My Grandmother would be proud of us baking bread every week, making chicken soup, and eating beans. Well, to be honest, I sort of wish that my cook, HWMBO, would add a few more recipes to his menu. My Mother would not believe that we are eating oatmeal for dinner. No not instant. Yes, nearly nightly.

This is a personal challenge and as it is self imposed, not unpleasant...yet. Good thing for all those grocery savings, my dental bill this week is close to a thousand. Old teeth can be a pain in the pocket book. We are loving this financial challenge.

I listened to the best interview on C-Span last night. "Info: Our guest is Matthew Continetti who writes for The Weekly Standard. His most recent article "The Age of Irresponsibility" outlines his thoughts on political and moral corruption. He writes, "There are moments when it seems as though every figure who waltzes across the public stage is a cheat, a fraud, a liar, or a failure."

What a remarkable mind 27 year old Matthew Continetti has. I thought maybe his kind were extinct. He did not fall for the University teaching of what he called "Liberal Speak," but he knew he had to use it to get grades. Imagine that, a young man that did not fall for the myth. I could hardly believe my ears. He is reviled, satirized, and denigrated by the liberal left.