Sep 25, 2009
|First -- the photos.
The Millerton Frog Pond -- I still can't get the froggies to pose in the sunlight. But then, the sunlight has been limited the last two days. I'm really trying to believe that it isn't because Rob isn't here. Too spooky.
The Millerton View -- from Rob's and Helen's back patio. The mountain in the distance is Indian Mountain. Nurtures the soul, it does.
The color is just begining here and in the Berkshires. I tried to catch a few spots where I could safely pull off the road and take a picture. There were even lovelier views, but I'm not very good at taking pictures and driving. There were a few pullover "parks," and I thought this one was perfect for one of the best scenes. So I pulled in and started for the tree line beyond which I KNEW there was the perfect shot. There were really big signs -- "poison ivy." Decided that the view was not worth the itchies.
To give you a quick idea of where Millerton is -- it's just west of the western border between CT and MA. It was only about ten minutes to get to the CT border (Canaan) and then another 10 to the MA border -- Great Barrington, Lenox. Wow.
Mostly I've just been chilling (reading and doing jigsaw puzzles) and doing gen research -- the Zinningers, Siningers, Cinningers. You would be amazed at the misspellings of the name, and these are the ones the family actually used. I've been working on the descendants of Christian Zinninger who arrived with his six children (my great-great-grandfather was his son Auguste, Augustus Jacob Sininger, or "AJ" as he preferred) in NYC on 2 Jul 1834 on the ship "Manchester" sailing from LeHavre.
Yesterday I line-dried my laundry. AAHHHHH for the wonderful smell of line-dried bed linens and towels!
Also, if you haven't read Bill Maher's commentary this morning, it's a winner. A sample: The research is in: high-fat diets makes you lazy and stupid. Rats on an American diet weren't motivated to navigate their maze and once in the maze they made more mistakes. And, instead of exercising on their wheel, they just used it to hang clothes on. Of course we can't ban assault rifles - we're the first generation too lazy to make its own coffee. We're the generation that invented the soft chocolate chip cookie: like a cookie, only not so exhausting to chew. I ask you, if the food we're eating in America isn't making us stupid, how come the people in Carl's Jr. ads never think to put a napkin over their pants? Read more at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bill-maher/new-rule-if-america-cant_b_299383.html
I also read some sad news this morning – Forrest Church is rapidly failing. After a remarkable three-year battle with cancer, it appears that he is entering the end stage. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. Forrest is a UU minister, philosopher, and historian. I first heard him preach in 1977 and have read most of his books, including "Freedom from Fear" which he wrote right after 9/11. He has inspired me for a long time, and I have been privileged to meet him several times. http://www.allsoulsnyc.org/community/lovetoforrest/index.html
I'm off to check on the frogs. As I said, it's betting a bit spooky that they haven't appeared since Rob went back to NYC.