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Good news is we’ve made it this far.\u00a0 We just need to get through the next two weeks of muzzling a crazed loser and his dangerously demented followers, after which civility and competence will again be in charge.\u00a0 For other millions who are not awful, though often wrong — and sometimes LOUD, there is always valued space at the table for reasonable differences with good governance.\u00a0 Until then, how about one more listen to Leonard Cohen’s Democracy Is Comin’ to the USA.\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n ———————————————–<\/p>\n But the good news remains: OUR CIRCUMSTANCES HAVE CHANGED!\u00a0<\/strong> \u00a0Welcome to Joe, Kamala, and Georgia Senators.\u00a0 And if it’s not yet time to smell the roses, it is time to start remembering what the roses look like.\u00a0 For sure they look like good people doing good things, like\u00a0the Wakemans taking time to tend the sheep on nearby, otherwise uninhabited Maine islands.<\/a>\u00a0 What an upper this article and great pictures is.\u00a0 Raised in small town North Dakotan, I first met\u00a0 an island, Baker, in Maine, off Acadia in 1971.\u00a0 It was love at first footfall on the rocks. I spent some of three summers on Monhegan, and\u00a0 I might be there still, but I came to learn that rocky trails and cane-supported, increasingly awkward walkers do not mix.\u00a0 Thus it was that in 1979, I “found Tenants Harbor”, — an island-like peninsula with the Mainers of my dreams and Roseledge cottage — the place and people of my heart for nearly 40 years.\u00a0 What wonderful “rosy” rlated memories the island sheep-tending article evoked.\u00a0 But less rosy is remembering that, as on Monhegan, there are limits\u00a0 that even a willing and able adapter finally has to face to live in a rustic cottage surrounded by uneven, sometimes rocky, largely undiscovered terrain.<\/p>\n So I, very grudgingly, sold Roseledge.\u00a0 Louis Jenkins hit it spot on in his poem, Football:<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back… So it was that I learned adapting, like reading, had changed from being a hobby to being a way of life.\u00a0 And now that I’m thinking about being adaptable, I find examples of it everywhere.\u00a0 One such is Tara French’s The Searcher<\/strong>, which is a novel about a retired cop from Chicago who buys a fixer-upper in the rural west of Ireland.\u00a0 Both how he adapts as a newcomer and how he adapts his official cop skills to a local problem are key.\u00a0 From the title I knew I would enjoy Tara French’s book, just as, years ago, I enjoyed Naguib Mahfouz’s book, The Searcher<\/strong>, which was about his search for his father.\u00a0 I liked his Cairo trilogy more though.\u00a0 Several other “adapting books” come to mind:\u00a0 Fishing with John by Edith Iglauer,<\/strong> Frankie’s Place by Jim Sterba,<\/strong> or Lilian Beckwith’s “semi-autobiographical novels set in the Hebrides.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Wooden, eye-height railings require x- ray vision. Working on it<\/p><\/div>\n As a long-time major adapter, I have two major enablers:\u00a0 Charlie, who re-engineers my world to keep me more independent and sassy longer, and Kathy, who keeps me on top of all that matters and fuss free.\u00a0 Charlie humphs.\u00a0 He thinks I still fuss.<\/p>\n Charlie helped me turn a great idea, a prairie twig tree, into a Christmas twig tree, which might have won the Best of Floor prize if Mary hadn’t used her end of the hall site for her life-sized, stuffed Santa to sit in a real rocker, by a faux fireplace.\u00a0 So I turned the Christmas twig tree into a winter twig tree with a faux snowflake tree alongside, but Charlie said “Enough!” when I asked him to fluff the flake-flowers into a ball.\u00a0 I’m already thinking candy hearts for Valentine Day, but I’m keeping it to myself, for now.<\/p>\n Winter twig tree has memorable, if unfluffed, snowflake-flower tree near.<\/p><\/div>\n Kathy knows there are few jigsaw puzzles of a leas 350 pieces that fit the 10″x 20″ lazy-susan top and table that Charlie re-configured for me, so she found and forwarded an\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0online puzzle site<\/a> with lots of choices, no pieces to reach for or pick up and lots of shadow-people applauding.\u00a0 I love it, especially the applause.\u00a0 It’s easy to play on my Charlie-adapted computer.\u00a0 Charlie says I’m addicted and neglecting my blog.\u00a0 He’s not wrong, but\u00a0 \u00a0I have no shame.\u00a0 And you can make a puzzle from your own pictures, which Charlie did.<\/p>\n —————————————————————————-<\/p>\n A rose by any other name is a\u00a0NYTimes\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0information article by Farhad Manjoo.\u00a0 Today he offers a really good and readable explanation of QANON<\/a>, and why we should be wary, watchful, maybe worried by it’s insidiousness.\u00a0 I needed this because I am so not in that silo or bubble or whatever one’s information environment is called,\u00a0 but no matter the topic, Farhad Manjoo<\/strong> is always worth a read.\u00a0 ( Note:\u00a0 This article mattes more\u00a0 after Wednesday’s insurrectionist melee in Washington D.C.) Equally rose worthy is any NYTimes Science article<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0by Siobhan Roberts<\/strong><\/a>, but I like especially those linked to John Conway<\/strong>.\u00a0 I started reading this one not knowing what his Game if Life<\/strong><\/a> was and ended up trying to find the documentary about it that he narrated.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Herein, the Game’s\u00a0 50th birthday celebration lead to\u00a0 the following thoughts:\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0a)”I was hooked [by] watching complexity rise out of simplicity.”(Brian En0)\u00a0 \u00a0This may help to explain my preference for daily-ness over abstraction in poetry, e.g. Wislawa Szymborska’s poem, “Possibilities.”\u00a0<\/strong> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 b) “[As]\u00a0\u00a0John Allen Paulos so eloquently said, ‘Uncertainty is the only certainty there is, and knowing how to live with insecurity is the only security.”\u201d(Melanie Mitchel)\u00a0 Maira Kalman, in her memoir, The Principles of Uncertainty,<\/strong>\u00a0agrees, I think. So do I.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 c) “[Game of Life] is the purest example I know of the dynamics of collective human innovation.” (Stephen Wolfram)\u00a0 And doesn’t the world need humans working together to see, then ask, the questions and search for answers?\u00a0 Yes it does, but who is best to do that?\u00a0 Well. you don’t have to be a philosophy major to know how to ask questions, or a librarian to know how to find an array of answers, but maybe it helps.\u00a0 Hint, hint.<\/p>\n That’s it until next time, which I am going\u00a0 to try to post every other Friday.\u00a0 I’ll have my latest, favorite, jigsaw puzzle report then.<\/p>\n Charlie won’t set my hair on fire. I’ll find better lighting and fuss. Good days and better tomorrows are coming. 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