Musings

Future-casting

I’m wondering how many fly traps are deployed in the debate arena.

Hybridized creatures

Cherubim evolution shifted from earlier sphinx/lion/bull (ish) figures with eagle wings to the winged chubby babies of Christian imagery—like these. That’s sure a softening.

Happy feet

I’m so happy with these cool mornings…60s before 9am…lovely for a stroll/walk/jog/outing.

Outside money

Bumblebee

My NIL is nil. Well (duh), I’m not a college sports figure, so of course it’s nil.

This topic and the terminology springs from reading Joe Drape’s and Allison McCann’s article “In College Sports’ Big Money Era, Here’s Where the Dollars Go” in the NYTimes, dated 31, Aug—although I just found it today. BTW, NIL stands for name, image and likeness, if the acronym isn’t in your everyday vocab.

I’m a minimifidian (sometimes) (kinda)

I’m sure it’ll be warmer again soon, but for now the mornings keep being in the 60s. I’m still distrustful that it’ll continue. Call me a climate sceptic?

I found the word minimifidian among the synonyms for sceptic. I’ve no recollection of ever seeing it before. Turns out it was apparently used by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1825—once. No wonder I missed it.

Floral irritant

Striding along under this lovely, towering magnolia, a high branch dropped a leaf that landed on my hat. It was not a small leaf, and it landed with a small thud. My neck is fine; I just shook that floral debris off and continued my walk.

Different me

Today I’m opting to shift my time-space. This flower photo is from a year ago, and was taken in the UP.

This notion builds from today’s news from Winder and Ukraine, the Mideast, etc., and from finishing “The Midnight Library” by Matt Haig (2020).

So salubrious

I sure enjoyed the below average temps this morning. Plus overcast. Both contributed to a super-pleasant walk, in contrast to the above-average temps and stunning humidity of, what? (I exaggerate)—the last six years??!! 🤣🥸😇

Targets

We’re doing some travel dreaming…perhaps a trip before Xmas eastward across the pond. We shall see.

Dog days TV

We’re currently binging “L‘Agence,” with the much longer English title “The Parisian Agency: Exclusive Properties,” about a family of real estate agents based in Paris. Truth, not fiction. The family is charming (mostly); the views are lovely; the French is sometimes oddly translated in the subtitles; and the properties are wayyyyy out of our price range. The most interesting character, IMHO, is the grandmother, Majo.

Oh, and the photo? Nothing to do with Paris, and not a UFO.