It is a very foggy morning. One of my friends calls such "froggy mornings." It does seem like a fine day for frogs. On the bus going to the recreation center, other passengers commented on tree frogs, frog legs and the ability of some frogs to climb upon a vertical pane of glass to eat bugs. So even though I saw not one frog they were evident in our minds.
That is often the case, we see what we expect to see and recall from our memories in the same way. I have thought that our expectations make reality for some time.
I wanted to go down the Ohio River, starting in November by building a pontoon section at the once upon a time town of Kimberly on the Kanawha River. This was once the high water head of navigation for riverboats on this river. Just south of that abandoned community the river falls down a series of shale steps blocking anything but small boats going upstream.
Several people independently informed me that the river would freeze in November and that the almanac had predicted an early and severe winter for the region. Now I don't put much stock in almanacs or worry too much about river ice. But I began to fret about being iced in on the Ohio for the winter.
There is no reason to fret. Iced in is iced in regardless of where I am. I would be able to survive just as easily locked in place as floating along. But I changed my mind and now expect to build the stages of my houseboat beginning in March or April.
I feel like a wimp. I'll crawl under a pile of molding leaves to wait for spring. Ribbit, rib-bit.
That is often the case, we see what we expect to see and recall from our memories in the same way. I have thought that our expectations make reality for some time.
I wanted to go down the Ohio River, starting in November by building a pontoon section at the once upon a time town of Kimberly on the Kanawha River. This was once the high water head of navigation for riverboats on this river. Just south of that abandoned community the river falls down a series of shale steps blocking anything but small boats going upstream.
Several people independently informed me that the river would freeze in November and that the almanac had predicted an early and severe winter for the region. Now I don't put much stock in almanacs or worry too much about river ice. But I began to fret about being iced in on the Ohio for the winter.
There is no reason to fret. Iced in is iced in regardless of where I am. I would be able to survive just as easily locked in place as floating along. But I changed my mind and now expect to build the stages of my houseboat beginning in March or April.
I feel like a wimp. I'll crawl under a pile of molding leaves to wait for spring. Ribbit, rib-bit.
