A long week’s postings

Been a lot happening this week.
Ailsa away visiting her parents in Dunedin, while recovering from her broken tail bone.
Lots of talking to people, particularly about my experiences of cancer.
Interest from someone in buying our forestry block, so lots of stuff there, answering questions, asking questions of lawyer and accountant.
Jewelz and Ailsa have both laid up in bed with some sort of virus. I hit the vitamin C hard at the first signs, so have stayed on my feet, but haven’t been as mentally sharp for a couple of days.
Sold the water distiller, and got that packed up and sent on its way yesterday.
Had another client go bankrupt last week. There is a lot of it happening out there.
Had a meeting of Te Korowai last week, and the “Poo hui” on Monday this week – looking at the future of the biosolids from the Kaikoura settlement ponds. That one really got me acutely aware of the golf between those engaged in open inquiry of infinite possibility, and those who choose to live withing fixed rule based systems without serious questioning.

Been putting antibiotics in the cat’s eye twice a day for a week, trying to clear a persistent infection.

Then there has been the posting:

Question of the Day February 8, 2011 “Roles Difficulties Play”

What β€œrole” do you think difficulties play in your life?

Great question Deb.

I see difficulties like a fertiliser of the imagination.

Difficulties force us out of our habitual ways, and into the unknown.
They force us to try new things, to be creative, to “buck the system”.
They are the doorway to opportunity, to exploration, to growth, to awareness of possibility.

For me, my greatest growth in awareness has come from the times of greatest difficulty.

I am living proof of the old adage, that which does not kill me makes me stronger.

[followed by]

Yep thanks OM – I am rather fond of Nietzsche, and Wittgenstein and Russell and Rand and most of those who have done serious exploration of the boundaries of knowing – even if I have substantial disagreements with them now – I still acknowledge their genius with what they did with what little information they actually had about the systems and structures underlying most of what they were investigating.

Amazing people.

Question of the Day February 9, 2011 “Seeds of Dreams”

What are your seeds of dreams?

“Your dream seeds are nestled in your heart, just like plant seeds are nestled in the earth of Gaia.”

The seeds of my dreams are of a world of peace, security and respect.
Growing up after WW2, with many of my father’s friends being verterans of one or two wars, and listening to their stories of the horrors of war, I became certain that I did not want that in my future.

Since then, reading, experimenting, thinking, contemplating, testing, gaining practical experience in as many fields as possible, has allowed me to put some realistic plans around those dreams.

Now it is time for the next stage – taking the actions in reality to bring the plans to fruition.

[followed by]

Hi Kathy

Yeah – saw that Paul Hawken speech a few years ago.

Totally align with him on the need to decentralise. I just take it a whole stage further, to the point that we give everyone the industrial capacity to produce whatever they need – ultimate dectralisation – and of zero economic value, but huge real value.

Question of the Day February 10, 2011 “Wish You Hadn’t Said”

What is the last thing you wish you hadn’t said?

That is a really interesting question.

I’m not sure that there is anything I wish I hadn’t said.
There are many occasions on which I would have benefited from being more self aware, and taking a different action from the one that I did, and in each case it was a failure of awareness on my part, a failure to engage a level of awareness and choice appropriate to the circumstance.
As such, each situation became an opportunity for growth.

One of the things I have noticed, is that what ends up being good news, almost inevitably starts out as bad news.
By that, I mean that the path to higher levels of integrity starts by distinguishing where integrity is missing (which rarely feels good), and then being responsible for that, fixing what needs fixing, and creating new habits of being.

Not always a rapid process, and I have found it worth the effort.

So in a very real sense, I no longer wish anything in reality be other than how it is (or was) – it is a complete waste of time and energy.

Reality is what it is.

Arguing with it’s “is”ness gets us nowhere.

What works is to be creative, to create in reality what we desire.
The past is past.
The future is possibility.

Question of the Day February 11, 2011 “Addiction and Overcoming it”

Do you know what it’s like to feel “addicted” to something? What was helpful in overcoming, if you did?

I have been addicted to quite a few things.

Probably longest has been salt and sugar, a little behind that meat.
Being told last year that I could expect to be dead in much less than 2 years, certainly gave me an incentive to explore possible ways of putting off the event for a decade or two at least.
My investigations indicated I needed to remove sugar, meat and to a lesser degree (salt) from my diet.

The first month was hardest, nothing tasted “good”, and I just ached for something sweet.
By 5 months I was starting to get used to it.
Last night I took a sniff of standard baked beans (with masses of salt and sugar) and actually had a stomach churning reaction – my body no longer wanted it.

The first week was really difficult, and the knowledge that if I didn’t change something I was almost certainly going to die a very rapid and very painful death, gave me the incentive to stick to it.

Not easy, and I have to acknowledge the support of my wife, and many friends, in making it possible.

And as Jack Canfield says “99% is a bitch and 100% is a breeze”. Might not have been a “breeze”, and it was much easier than cheating.

Having done a lot of personal development work in the preceeding half century certainly helped.

Discussion of the process in the “Fully Engaged Enlightenment” group

Hi Jen
I think any of us that keep coming back here have to be more than a little bit crazy πŸ˜‰

For me, the deepest magic is in science – in the infinite journey of discovery into the twin realms of the real and the possible. The deeper I go, the weirder it gets, and there doesn’t seem to be any reason to suspect that there is any end to the layers of depth and uncertainty involved.

The more I know, the more I know that I don’t know; leaving me with only one certainty – “I am”.

For me, intuition is a huge part of science; it gives an indication of the next area to be explored, and tested.

Sometimes the intuitions that emerge in forums like this can lead to whole new levels of understandings – even if they are difficult (or impossible) to communicate to others, they are still worth having at the individual level.

Question of the Day February 12, 2011 “Creative Activities/Experiences”

Reflect on your childhood play experiences… Describe creative activities/experiences you enjoyed!

I enjoyed our holidays at the seaside.

I enjoyed going out on the farm with dad.

I enjoyed being given the responsibility to be able to take a gun out by myself, and go hunting for rabbits and birds.

I enjoyed fishing.

I enjoyed learning new stuff, like how to tie knots at scouts, how to build fires, erect tents, fix motors, fix radios.

I enjoyed figuring out how to take stuff that didn’t work, and using what was available, make it work again.

I enjoyed using the old Singer treadle sewing machine to make dolls clothes for my sisters’ dolls.

The end of the Fully Engaged Enlightenment Group

Nicely put Deb.

It seems that part of what attracts me to areas like this, is the same sort of thing that has me go out to sea during a storm. There is something about being at the controls of a vessel in a turbulent ocean that brings the immediacy of the effects of our decisions on our own wellbeing into sharp focus. In ordinary life, the consequences are too far off to be felt with any urgency for most of us.

The mix of emotions, the terror at the risk, and the clarity of being responsible and taking continuous immediate action, is very “stimulating”.

Similarly here – the immediacy of responding to so many different world views – and the resulting clarity of the dimensions of one’s own world view that results – is an interesting and exhilarating process. I see no end to it.

Looks like my life journey is heading down a path that will leave me little time to return here in the medium term.

Thank you all for your many contributions.

[followed by]

Hi Bill

Agree with aspects of what you say.

The main thing that can really break an existing pattern is the intuitive faculty (the side effect of storing and retrieving information as interference patterns.

We are infinitely capable of adding new information to existence, new patterns of abstraction, new relationships, new analogies, new distinctions.

[followed by]

Hi Bill
It is a really deep set of questions, as to what is “willpower” and what is “self control”?

It seems that there may always be aspects of those questions that are just outside of our knowledge, irrespective of how far we take our investigations. Infinities can do that to us.

The way our brains store and retrieve stuff from memory is far closer in analogy to how LASER holograms work, than it is to how computer memory works. One of the “side effects” of storing and retrieving information as interference patterns (analogous to holograms) is that the act of storing or recalling in and of itself creates links to similar items. Similarity in this sense can have infinitely deep levels to it, and thus what is recalled is very sensitive to the context of mind at the time. Thus the levels of context we bring to experience is a huge determinant of what we get to experience as a result.

At another level, the ability to abstract, to form generalised concepts about sets of other things, is a different sort of “side effect” of the same process of memory.

Our ability to recognise contexts, and to language appropriate to the context we find ourselves in, is another “side effect” of this storage and retrieval process.

Our brains have a host of simultaneous systems operating using these systems, and our awareness sits atop this “ice-berg” of intuitions derived from associations of memories – happening as a physical process.

Certainly, our brains follow patterns, at many different levels. Even the sequence of intuitions can itself be a level of pattern.
Certainly, we can fall into practiced scripts, and linked sets of contexts tend to deliver similar sets of outcomes, particularly if well “practiced”.

Training our awareness to become aware of the nuances of the associative capacities that brain provides for us is a big part of “spiritual growth”. In old style language it is referred to as the “mystic” experience.

[followed by]

I can align with all that Toltec logic has to say.

It seems to me, that our languaging self awareness has its birth in the distinction/”context of mind” right/wrong. Worse than that, the dualistic mind is the result of the original non-dual (being) mind declaring itself to be wrong, and creating the egoic mind as a “disguise” to hide from the “fact” of its own “wrongness”.

Thus each of us carries this fundamental feeling/knowledge of “original sin” at the base of our awareness, and under certain forms of stress most of us will revert to a “right/wrong” context most of the time.

It seems that the “trick” is to become aware of this, while resisting the “urge” to make any response either right or wrong (even the choice to not make right/wrong responses) – as TL says, this alone is an infinite “rabbit hole” of recursive introspection.

As TL says, every point of refuge has it’s price. Any attempt to take refuge in any sort of certainty will extract a price. We either learn to become comfortable with uncertainty (at every level) or we pay the “price”.

Infinity is such a magical concept; and an even more magical reality! [In the AC Clarke sense of “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic”]

[followed by]

Hi Bill

Interesting question – the distinction between “Intuition”, “Will power” and “Self control”.

The concepts are certainly related.

There are so many other concepts in the mix that need to be explicitly stated also, though only in the “very broadest of brush strokes”.

Our brains have evolved in successive stages.

We still have at the core of our brain the essentially “lizard brain” that does a lot of the moment by moment survival stuff, though it can be over-ridden by higher cognitive function, it will take control if it gets sufficiently threatened (as a friend was relating to me yesterday, that while diving he parted some kelp to find his head a couple of feet from the open tooth filled jaw of a 7 ton killer whale, and before he was even fully aware of what he was looking at, had already emptied his bowel into his wetsuit). That level of survival response is automatic. We all have many such. Not many of us get to deal with many of them very often. Some of us do.

“Intuition”, “Will power” and “Self control” are all at a level well above that “lizard brain”, and they can each be employed to keep the lizard content, or to direct its responses in particular areas.

“Intuition” is a mechanical process. It is an outcome of storing and retrieving information as interference patterns, and it has several aspects to it. At one level it is a major determinant of of context, at another level it is very sensitive to any higher contexts within which it finds itself.

This intuitive associative function at a low level seems to be responsible for our ability to use language in context sensitive fashion.

It seems to be largely responsible for selecting context at all levels of mind.

It is also responsible for our ability to form abstractions.

At successive levels of abstraction, it is (as stated above) very responsive to context. The same external stimulii can give very different responses. Using the orca (killer whale) example above, the response above is typical of a context of complete surprise and perceived threat. Had that mind had a context of seeking that orca, then the response in the mind could have been one of joy “oh great – there you are!”. If the lizard brain was expecting to see a set of teeth capable of crushing it into non existence, but was also confident that it wouldn’t be crushed, then it leaves control with higher functionality. It is a matter of habituation.

In a similar sense, we seem to be able to habituate our higher neural networks to particular patterns, and it is these patterns that seem to be at the core of “Will power” at the ability of the mind to bring the power of “intuition” to focus on a particular task or context.

“Self control” is more of an overall process of habituating the various levels of mind to be able to respond reliably to higher level contexts in a wide variety of real world contexts.

Speaking from personal experience, when I first forced my body to jump out of a perfectly good boat, into water over a hundred feet deep, at least 5 miles from land (and any form of help), in front of a pod of orca which I had never before met; there was a fair amount of terror surging through my lizard brain. Calming it, and forcing arms and legs to obey higher control wasn’t easy. That was about 35 years ago. Done a whole lot of things since that were even less comfortable for my lizard. We have a fairly strong relationship now.

[followed by]

Gil said – so who’s leading the herd?
Pick me, Pick me !!!!

For me, enlightenment is going beyond the two state valuation systems of early culture/awareness, and into the realm of the infinite.
It is acknowledging that the journey is potentially infinite.
It is accepting all that is, and choosing a path that is consistent with one’s own intuitions, irrespective of cultural norms and values.
It is realising that the more we know, the more we know we don’t know, so involves accepting that fundamental uncertainty at every level – however uncomfortable that may be.
It is about claiming one’s own creativity.

[followed by]

Hi Jen, Deb, Judi, Bill, TL,…

For me it seems it is easy and often done to collapse 3 different things into one.

For me, enlightenment is much as I already described, and is typified in the old Zen saying that has many similar forms and often goes something like “Before Enlightenment, there is chopping wood and carrying water, after enlightenment there is chopping wood and carrying water.”

It is a sort of everything changes, and nothing changes, sort of experience. What changes is on the inside, what is on the outside is still there.

The other two things that often happen at the instant of enlightenment, and may stay around for various periods, of from seconds to days or weeks, and may come and go at erratic intervals, are two other phenomena – “peak emotional” experience, and “in the zone” experience.

Both of these sorts of experience are profound, and we want more of them. In my experience, they come and go. I have learned to appreciate them when they are present.

It seems that I really want them, but I don’t really want them enough to do the discipline required to have them occur on any sort of regular basis. (Me and discipline have this love/hate relationship thing going on, and have done for half a century or more – we get together, then break up, then get back together again, then break up again,….).

I love playing golf “in the zone” yet I do not make the 2-3 hours a day necessary to do my golf practice that allows me to enjoy that “in the zone experience” with any sort of regularity. So I get out there when I do, with all the other 18 handicap duffers.

I don’t see that my being “in the zone” in golf is likely to be any great contribution to humanity.

However, if I do my practice every day in this forum, and I can get in “the zone” here, which seems an area of being where I am much more likely to be able to make a significant contribution to being as a whole.

So here I am, carrying my “water” and chopping my “wood”.

The training problem, or, how to train for “enlightenment”

[A continuation]

Hi Zak and Bill

The term “misdevelopment” implies that there is some optimal developmental path.

There doesn’t seem to be any such thing.

There appears to be an infinite number of possible paths, and provided the path one is on is not openly pathological (as in causing overt harm to self or others), the choice is one’s own (in so far as we have choice).

It seems to me, as we move our awareness into ever more abstract contextual spaces, our ability to “choose” at the lower levels increases, and the question of “choice” still remains, just beyond whatever level we have reached. Don’t see any indication of there being any end to that process either (yet another infinity we find ourselves in).

It seems that the two basic aspects of the human mind, the habitual and the intuitive, are often in conflict for control. Becoming aware of the contexts that trigger one’s habits can give the intuitive a certain “edge” for a time, and the two aspects seem to be entwined in a potentially infinite helix coiled through the dimensions of awareness. Thus training, and the bedding in of new habits at new levels would seem to be another of the infinities that lie ahead of the seeker of new dimensions (which is not to imply that the search for newer infinities is any better than that of exploring any one {or any set} of the infinities one encounters).

And yes – I agree that activities such as engagement in this forum are one such form of discipline.

Question of the Day February 13, 2011 “Extreme Weather Stories”

Floods, blizzards, earthquakes, heatwaves… Share your extreme weather story with us.

How long am I allowed?

When I was 3 we lived just south of Otorohanga at a place called Kakapuka, and we had a really big flood. The Waipa river flowed close by, and there was a bridge over it that used to flood a lot, as it was only 10 ft or so above river level, so they put in a new bridge, 66 ft above normal river level. At the opening someone was silly enough to say “This bridge will never flood!”. Within 3 weeks we had the biggest flood on record, and the bridge went under water (though only for a few hours, not for days like the old one used to).
A couple of years later, we had moved to Hinuera, and the farm dad was working on had a small creek that even as a 5 year old I could walk across easily. Well- we had another big flood, and that little creek was running half a mile wide and 20 ft deep.

Fast forward 10 years, and we were living at Waitakaruru, in an old house behind where the Highway Tearooms is now, and there was a creek below the house (technically the Waitakaruru river, but mostly it was only ankle deep and 6 ft wide). Early onemorning we had yet another tropical storm come down, and dump 8 inches of rain on us in under two hours. The creek came up over 20 feet, and was a raging torrent half a mile wide that took away my canoe (never did see that canoe again).

Fast forward another 10 years, and I was fishing, with my boat moored in the Maukoro canal. We had a big flood, and I decided to take the boat out to sea for a look. The boat was a 20ft aluminium work-boat, with a V8 and a jet unit, and could do 38 knots. Going out was easy and very fast. Coming back was very slow, barely walking pace against the bank. We were almost back to the wharf, and hugging the bank to find as slow a water as we could, when out in the middle of the stream a tree suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stood up about 30 ft in the air then came crashing down again, like a giant fly swatter. The roots must have got stuck in the bottom, and the momentum and energy of the water was enough to make it stand up and flick. Had we been out in the stream, rather than hard up against the bank, we would have been swatted.

Only really one blizzard that caused me a serious problem, while up skiing on Mt Ruapehu conditions deteriorated very quickly, and visibility reduced to near zero. I knew I had to get down to a hut, or die of exposure, but lost the trail and orientation, and skied over a 30 ft bank (fortunately into a large snow drift – so no harm done – 10 ft either way and it would have been rocks).
I re-oriented, and got down to the hut, and safety, and it was a very interesting experience.

I have experienced hundreds. One of the most interesting was while tramping on a mountainside covered with teatree about 15 ft high. As the waves came through the ground, the trees all swayed from side to side in a “mexican wave”, and the noise of their branches thrashing each other was like a hundred locomotives going past.

At about 14, I went out with Dad and Len Johnson on their boat (Lady Joan), and we went about 15 miles down the coast. It was an oily calm evening, and we could see the wake behind the boat for miles.
We set our nets, and went below to sleep.
About 2am, we were woken by the wind and waves.
Dad and Len headed out to pick up the nets in the dinghies, and left me on the launch. By the time they had picked up the nets, the wind was over 70 knots, and they were unable to row against it.
I joined every rope I could find on board together, and tied floats at about 20 ft intervals, and let the line out. Dad and Len were able to make it to the rope, and pull themselves back to the launch.
We set out back for port, with the dinghies trailing behind, but one of them flipped in the seas, which was like putting a brake on, and the seas came crashing into the cockpit. We had to cut the dinghy free to avoid sinking the launch.
Just as we got back to port, the meteorological service put out a gale warning. Hah!!!!

I was about 16, and out in a 12ft aluminium boat with a 12hp outboard motor, about 3 miles from shore, when I noticed a black line on the water heading my way. I had heard of such squalls coming without cloud or other warning, but it was the first I had actually seen. I tried to get my nets up, before it hit, but didn’t. I got 4 nets on board before the wind hit, then got the fifth in, and as I was breaking the 2nd to last anchor out of the ocean floor, a particularly steep wave hit the boat, and threw me over the side. The boat sped off away from me in the wind, which was about 50 knots by this stage.
Fortunately the next anchor caught on the middle seat, and the boat came to a halt.
I was able to plot a course, and swim to intersect with it. I knew I would have only one chance to grab the boat and get in, as it was impossible to swim against the wind and waves. I made it. Got back in the boat, picked up my last two nets, and spent the next 40 minutes quartering the sea, trying to avoid being capsized and sunk. Eventually the wind eased, and I was able to make my way back home.

A few years later, about August 1989 I was working as radio operator aboard a Japanese squid fishing vessel, when we got caught in a “Southerly Buster” off Kaikoura. We eventually stopped fishing, recovered our sea anchor, and headed for cover at Cape Campbell, when the winds hit about 60 Knots.
By the time we got to Campbell, the winds were well over 80 knots, and the seas were enormous, particularly as we went over the reef out off the cape. Just on that reef, the seas were probably peaking at 100ft, though they were only 30 – 40 ft high most of the time further out.

A year later, while working as Technical Advisor for the Fishing Industry Board, I was doing a trip with Peter Stevens aboard his vessel the Mystery. We had been fishing up the Wairarapa coast, when another big wind hit, this one a westerly. As we came back down the coast the vessel was leaning at about 30 degrees just from the offshore wind. As we got down to Cape Paliser, and got out from the cover of land, the seas became huge. The anemometer was on the stops (it read to 80 knots). The seas were just crashing over the vessel, and three times even stopped the radar (which was 15 ft above the wheelhouse, making it 27ft above sea level). It took us 3 hours to travel 3 miles, as we went out and around the reef extending from the cape, then turned into the wind and made our way back to Wellington. Quite the roughest trip I’ve been on.

Another time I was crossing Cook Strait in the Ferry, and what is normally a 3 hour crossing took us 8 hours. The wind came up after we got out of port, and it was too dangerous to turn around and go back, so we just had to keep going into it. I spent most of the time in the forward observation lounge, which was normally about 40ft above the water, but was just constantly covered in water.

Had a few interesting weather experiences while flying.
One day heading from Thames down to Motueka, I got to Ratahei when I could see a front coming. I went low, and thought I could see light under it, so dropped into the Whanganui river valley to go under the weather. Once I got down into the valley, and under the front, it got very dark very suddenly, and I found myself with little visibility, flying in a very winding very steep river valley. I got through it, but I know there are at least two flying foxes across that river, and I never saw any, nor did I hit any. Lucky I guess.

Another day, a year or so later I was heading back to Thames from visiting Ailsa in Kaikorua, I had an Irish hitchiker in the plane with me, and as we got near Te Awamutu the was a massive CB developing. As I flew towards it the base of it started to expand really fast, and the top of it shot up, probably close to 40,000ft. I firewalled the engine, and put the plane in a dive away from the developing storm, but even at 160 knts through the air, we were probaly only making about 40 knots over the ground, meaning the storm must have been pulling air into it at around 100 knots.
I heard air traffic control in Hamilton vector two aircraft flying on instruments into the heart of the storm, and advised them what I could see, and suggested the reroute the aircraft to pass either north or south. The controller was not happy with me, and told me to shut up. About 5 minutes later the first aircraft issues a distress call, saying he had encountered the most violent turbulence he had ever experienced.
I resisted the urge to say “I told you so”, but it wasn’t easy.

Since moving here to Kaikoura 12 years ago, I have been at sea in winds over 70 knots 3 times, and have experienced winds over 80 knots about 7 times. There is no land between us and Antarctica, and a southerly storm has a lot of ocean to pick up energy from. They can be quite interesting. Sometimes they come on so fast, that I can feel the ground shake from the first gust hitting the south side of the hill our house sits atop, about half a mile away. A few seconds later, the wind hits us, and the trees lean over, the windows buckle, and it is all on. Sometimes only for a few minutes, sometimes for hours on end, occasionally for days on end.

Question of the Day February 14, 2011 “Famous People of The Past”

Out of all the famous men and women, of the past, who have contributed great things to the world; whether in the sciences, the arts, or society, etc.; whom would you have liked to work beside?

That is an almost impossible question.
A day or two with each would be great:
Hammurabi, Buddha, Moses, Confucius, Jesus, Great Pharaoh, 1st Chin Emperor, Plato, Aristotle, Heraclitus, Archimedes, Kant, Bentham, Hume, Mill, Tielhard de Chardin, Michelangelo, Copernicus, Leonardo da Vinci, Darwin, Jules Vern, Adam Smith, Wittgenstein, Bertrand Russell, Ayn Rand and thousands of others.

Question of the Day February 15, 2011 “Plentiful”

If some thing were plentiful would you use it carelessly?

Thanks Ian – great question!

It seems to me that the answer depends entirely on one’s level of awareness and knowledge.
For me I can answer both yes and no and all points in between.

Two things we all have in abundance are oxygen and sunlight.
How are we with those things?

Do we “breath” without care?

What do we care for?

Do we care for self, for family, for community, for country, for humanity, for living systems, for being itself?

Do we light fires without care, do we send organic matter to decompose without care???

Do we care about how we experience and use the sunlight in our lives?

What level of care?
What level of contribution?

Fascinating contemplation!!!

I can answer yes and no in various degrees to various depths of each of those questions.

Thanks Ian & Shar.

About Ted Howard NZ

Seems like I might be a cancer survivor. Thinking about the systemic incentives within the world we find ourselves in, and how we might adjust them to provide an environment that supports everyone (no exceptions) - see www.tedhowardnz.com/money
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3 Responses to A long week’s postings

  1. Ted – I didn’t know you’re an Ayn Rand fan – so am I!

    This has been an engrossing read. I enjoy how you pull everything into one, neat-and-tidy place. My favorite section was you recounting weather stories.


  2. Ted – I will follow the link on Thursday and read your critique when I can devote to it the time it deserves. Thank you for the link.

    Please tell Ailsa hello from me and tell her I’m keeping her “zipped in the pod.”


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