I’m in rehab.
Not from my not-completely-done-but-trending-nicely bout with Covid-19. Not from the rehab Johnny Depp apparently needs. No, I’m in physio rehab, roughly 40 minutes/day, for tennis elbow and runner’s knee.
It doesn’t seem fair. After all, it’s been several decades since I played tennis or even played at running. But it turns out you — well, I — can achieve results indistinguishable from those nominally athletic injuries in other ways. To wit . . .
Dismay. That’s the only way to read these oddly panda-like faces.
Who would be so cruel as to toss aside this entire mysterious cohort (Are they siblings? Colleagues? A volleyball team?) without, apparently, a second thought?
I sometimes make videos that pair music clips with photos. It’s amazingly hard to do well: to edit the visual changes to align with the auditory ones, even when the photos are just, you know, standing there.
Once I accidentally picked music for a video of a squirrel where the squirrel jumping coincided with a change in the rhythm of the music. Woot!
Maybe that experience is why I’m so impressed with mash-ups that combine clips from old musicals — you know, where people are doing anything but just standing there — with a soundtrack that they weren’t dancing to. Here are two great ones.
Victoria Day is a Canadian statutory holiday celebrated on the Monday preceding May 25 in every province and territory. It honours Queen Victoria’s birthday.
Doulton Fountain, Glasgow
Every province? Really? Quebecers celebrate Victoria Day?
In Quebec this holiday is called “National Patriotes (sic) Day”
(Journée nationale des patriotes or Fête des Patriotes).
National Patriots’ Day (Journée nationale des patriotes) is a commemoration of the Lower Canada Rebellion of 1837. This holiday is celebrated on the same day as Victoria Day. (emphasis added)
#12 – What is the most embarrassing thing
your mother or father ever did to you?
Here’s a resource I wish I’d had earlier: 20 Questions to Ask Your Mother.
#17 – What’s a rule you secretly love to break?
So, what was the biggest event this past week?
May the 4th (be with you) Day?
Dutch Liberation Day, also on cinco de mayo?
Your results may vary, but the biggest event in our household was none of these: It was testing positive for COVID-19.
And so we have passed the week: sleeping, head-aching, coughing, wince-swallowing, sneezing, lethargizing, turning up our noses at food, dragging ourselves out of bed and back into it, lying awake in a state of general crumminess and completely justified self-pity, collapsing into chairs after two full minutes of standing, whew, and enduring wakefulness in periods supposed to be for knitting up the ravelled sleeve of care. Not that COVID cares. Or has sleeves.
Now there’s an idea I wish I’d thought of: Shoes that are foot shape(d).
Inside cover of box holding recent footwear purchase
Movement in the tangle of branches behind the feeder catches my eye: a tuft of head feathers is my first clue that something is different. The crest is almost cardinal-like, but the colour is all wrong. In lieu of binoculars, I grab my camera to get a better look. What the heck?
As the bird comes into reluctant focus, I get it: a waxwing. And, as usual, not just one but a bevy of these beauties. A small flock, forsooth.
Spinus tristis. It sounds like a sad backbone, doesn’t it? But no.
The American goldfinch (Spinus tristis) is a small North American bird in the finch family. It is migratory, ranging from mid-Alberta to North Carolina during the breeding season, and from just south of the Canada–United States border to Mexico during the winter. – Wikipedia
Some sites offer more description.
Adult males in spring and early summer are bright yellow with black forehead, black wings with white markings, and white patches both above and beneath the tail. Adult females are duller yellow beneath, olive above. Winter birds are drab, unstreaked brown, with blackish wings and two pale wingbars.
Some offer more enthusiasm.
This handsome little finch, the state bird of New Jersey, Iowa, and Washington, is welcome and common at feeders, where it takes primarily sunflower and nyjer.
Posted: 2022 Jul 01
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1 July 1895 | A Czech Jew, Karel Platovský, was born in Písek.
He was deported to #Auschwitz on 28 September 1944 from #Theresienstadt ghetto. He did not survive.
Happy #CanadaDay. ‘Canada’ is derived from the word ‘kanata’ from the Iroquoian linguistic family, meaning ‘village’. As a First Nation member, I’m proud to share that connection with my @CanadianForces family.
1 July 1936 | A Belgian Jewish boy, Andre Hartstein, was born in Antwerp. He emigrated with his family to France.
In December 1943 he was deported from Drancy to #Auschwitz. After the selection we was murdered in a gas chamber. He was 7.
