"If they succeed in jamming the PolyMet Poison Pill into the budget, 7,000 acres of Superior National Forest land would be transferred to PolyMet for their sulfide mine proposal immediately, ending court review of the land transfer. Instead of letting the courts do their job of protecting public land users and taxpayers, lobbyists would get their way through back-room negotiations."We called the offices of both Minnesota Senators (Smith and Klobuchar) and left messages that we would appreciate it if the Senators would oppose the PolyMet Poison Pill. We also tried to leave a message with Senator Schumer, the Minority Leader, but kept getting an all lines busy signal.
Much of the rest of the day has been spent trying to purchase a replacement for a leaking bathroom vanity faucet. It took trips to 3 big box stores miles and miles apart because the model and style the Better Half wants wasn't in stock at the first two stops. Of course, it could have been ordered on line and shipped to home or the nearest store. We just weren't sure all relevant information was available on the web sites. (We recently deferred purchasing a pair of shoes on line because the color listed was black but the picture was obviously brown.) It's not to hard to imagine a future where the only way to purchase anything is online, unless we do a lot more to support local economies. Anyhow, the job is done thanks to yeoman-like efforts by the Son-In-Law.
|early arrivals, Canada geese|
Photo by J. Harrington
While getting the parts to close the loose water under the sink, we noticed there's no open water yet, but the ice cover on the Sunrise River pools has turned rotting gray. We also noticed one pair of Canada geese sitting on a muskrat house mound, but they were the only waterfowl in sight. That pair may, or may not, have been the same ones we saw later as we headed out on yet another errand on one of those days that Murphy's Law is being actively enforced, although that and distorted immigration laws seem to be the only ones that count these days. Enough! Spring arrives on the morrow!
The last few gray sheets of snow are gone,winter’s scraps and leavings loweredto a common level. A sudden joltof weather pushed us outside, and nowthis larger world once again belongs to us.I stand at the edge of it, beside the house,listening to the stream we haven’t heardsince fall, and I imagine one day thinkingback to this hour and blaming myselffor my worries, my foolishness, today’s choiceshaving become the accomplishedfacts of change, acceptedor forgotten. The woods are a mangleof lines, yet delicate, yet precise,when I take the time to look closely.If I’m not happy it must be my own fault.At the edge of the lawn my wifebends down to uncover a flower, then another.The first splurge of crocuses.And for a moment the sweep and shudderof the wind seems indistinguishablefrom the steady furl of waterjust beyond her.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.