Morning all.
So now we have a glimpse of the far north. I would love to know where this is, but respect the lack of knowledge for now. Perhaps when she returns, we may know. I am sure that it is only going to get colder there. Is it really 2,000 miles further north?
Good Morning Everyone. My Kindle reports that I am 92% finished with Poppy. Alas, it is raining, I have to stop for gas, and need to head to Pensacola. I teach tonight, so it will have to wait until 5:30 tomorrow morning. 😦
I have loved reading it. If there are errors, they have not stolen the enjoyment of reading the book. I am a huge fan of historical fiction and usually have to check my authors to make sure they haven’t twisted the history. It has been a joy to know how well this one has been researched so that I could just get lost in the story.
I have smiled as I have found little winks to all of us here on the blog. Even Jo Little made me think of Jo and a play on words for DJ.
Thank you Michelle for allowing us to share your journey on this one too!
Good morning! What a blessing to see the header photo from Roscuro.I could frame that and put it on my wall for refreshment everyday. So thankful to God for letting this special time happen in her life.
Roscuro, you could go into the side business of selling prints of your photos online and at arts and crafts fairs. Puzzles and posters could be added to your line.
Soon I will leave for trip one to the doctor’s office with Karen. Later will be trip two to the same office, different doc, with Art. Maybe I should change clothes so I won’t be seen twice in the same outfit?
I hope Michelle got everything worked out last night. Going the extra mile usually pays off. But staying up all night can make one feel a bit sick. I think that short term sick will be a good bargain compared to the long term prospect of not feeling pleased with the final product.
Miss Bosley is enjoying some lap time. I need to get her to run around more so she will not become a chunky cat.
I notice the old cat is up on the new horse shelter this morning, crying pitifully. But it has a ladder to go up and down. If it is not down by tomorrow, we may help it. It does this periodically, gets up on some rooftop and then cries and then comes down.
The photos she posted on Facebook are stunning. Yes, would love to be there right now!
I went to bed at 3:30 this morning after nearly ten hours of reading from the last page to the front–backwards to better see the words–and of course am now awake.
The good news is, while there are a horrifying number of minor errors, the first 135 pages or so only have a few typos.
Off to the shower, to write Utmost, pray, drink coffee and review for the big interview in three hours.
I’ll spend the afternoon writing up my corrections and hopefully will get all of them to Amazon by the end of the day.
Of course, I’d love a nap first.:-)
Thanks all for putting up with me–and for praying for me.
“Ken Spatz never met his father, a B-17 aircraft waist gunner with the same name, who died in World War II. But last week he visited the site where the B-17 crashed and collected a memento — his father’s long-lost high school ring.
Andy Cox, a British farmer and metal-detecting enthusiast, discovered the ring about a decade ago in a dump on a friend’s property, near a disused WWII-era airfield in Ridgewell, England. The 1941 class ring was from a high school in Birdsboro, Pa.
It was among many other items, he said, “everything from U.S. Army toothbrushes to bits of aircraft and dog tags.”
Cox said he was unable to find the owner of the ring until he met Todd Peterson, a Pennsylvania police officer, two years ago on Facebook.
“I explained to him about this ring and I would like to try and get the records for the school for that year,” Cox said. “He gave me the list of names, and there was one guy in there, Ken Spatz, and I traced him back on the unit’s roster.”
Kenneth L. Spatz, it turned out, had been assigned to the 381st Bomb Group, a unit that flew B-17 Flying Fortresses from the former Royal Air Force station known as RAF Ridgewell, between June 1943 and April 1945. He and seven other crew members on board a B-17 named Smashing Thru were killed when their plane crashed after two engines failed.”
Yes, those photos, which some of us saw on FB yesterday, are stunning. Still to come: the raven and split rocks. 🙂
Michelle, I’m glad you survived the night. I prayed and thought of you when I’d briefly wake up to turn over (sorry!). I really hadn’t so far noticed many (very minor) mistakes at all in my ongoing reading of the book. But if they let you have the time to fix them, all the better.
I wound up sleeping 10 hours, guess I was really tired. Last night was chaotic and the painters didn’t leave until 8 p.m. (the one had lost his keys and they spent hours looking for them, finally finding them in the dirt along the south side of the house).
Meanwhile, we received an email from our (female) editor last night saying that her ‘wife’ was about to give birth to their baby boy so editor will be going on ‘paternity’ leave. It still all gives me pause, putting together certain words with opposing genders nowadays. I admittedly stumbled over that sentence in the first reading of it. Wait, what? Who? Oh. Right. I keep forgetting the upside down world we now inhabit 🙂
A B-17 was an airworthy bomber. It should be able to fly on two engines. I have been on a B-29 flying with two engines. .And, as an instructor once said, “The B-29 has the same glide path as a brick.” We had an air-rescue “gooney bird” following us. Our plane, with two engines out, left the gooney bird behind. A B-28 is not air worthy. It needs it’s velocity.
It just seems strange to see such a large body so smoothe. Hardly a ripple. Spell check doesn’t like my word “smoothe” but doesn’t give an alternative..
Oh, but DJ, some “experts” suggest using green or purple for corrections since red might cause distress in students. I use red all the time in order to remind them they made an error. And besides, after a while green and purple might cause angst in the children, something which the “experts” haven’t figured out yet.
Red pens for corrections? Recently the volunteers who work on review of inmates Bible studies were informed that some prisons do not want us to use red pens.CLI marks the ones that are the No Red Ink lessons. And some are no staples institutes. I guess an ingenious sort of person could save enough staples to make a weapon?
Art just got the dilation drops. We are in a dark room. I am thankful for this phone right now.
Karen cancelled her appointment again this morning. My phone was not turned on so I ended up at her apartment and had to bang on her door for a bit before she answered. I had rushed out without my cell phone. Then the gate for their complex was open so she did not get the warning call at the gate which would have allowed me to go home at that point instead of having to disturb her. She and her husband had been to her primary care doc the day before so she got very tired.
Art is “super dialated” whatever that means. I am glad the room is dark, and I can’t see his eyes. He just told me to give him a punch with his cane if he starts snoring. 😀
All my papers were marked with red. Probably the reason my personality is so warped.
If is “smooth” why didn’t spell check tell me.
You can’t trust nothing no more.
I’m glad the president hasn’t nominated me for anything.
Such a humongous waste of time. But then, if it weren’t for committee meetings, Congress would be passing laws.
We turned to TV on. They are questioning Judge Kavanagh. The Sweetest One asked me to explain what’s happening.
How can you explain that, with all the talk, nothing is happening.
😉
Jo, the reason for my discretion is that it is such a small community, but if you want to know, one of my replies to a comment on the album on FB tells the place name. As for the distance, it is over two and a half thousand kilometres further north than where my family lives. When my father and I were driving the three hours to the airport, we both caught ourselves saying miles when we meant kilometres. It is a habit we have, being caught between imperial and metric systems. We talk of car mileage in Canada, but it is really kilometerage.
I have to limit the number of photos I send over the internet, so I didn’t include the ravens and split rocks in what I sent to The Real.
Peter, it is not a lake, it is a fjord, an inlet of the Arctic ocean. That is salt water. There was considerable talk in the hamlet (it is less that half the population size of the West African village that I lived in) about the five whales that were seen in the fjord over the weekend. They were apparently there to avoid the pod of orca, which kill whales, that were in the bay.
Chas, you should have seen the water this morning. It was like a glass mirror.
The weathered boards in the foreground of the first photo were part of a whaling operation where the whale carcasses were dragged up to the beach and the blubber collected for whale oil. The whaling outpost was the beginning of the permanent community there, as the Inuit were nomadic.
In the second photo, the mountain to the far right is the rock face that the planes make a 360 degree turn in front of. I got a video of a plane turning there yesterday, and they do indeed get very close. The manmade cairn of stones to the far left marks the entry of the boat channel up to the wharf in the picture, as the tide goes out as far as the edge of the cairn.
The Real, there are fishing boats out there now, although they are starting to bring in the boats in preparation for the coming ice (we thought we caught a glimpse on the horizon of an iceberg in the bay at the mouth of the fjord this morning). I have yet to taste the Arctic char they bring in, but those who have tasted it rave about it.
I saw the Aurora Borealis last night, but didn’t get any good photos.
Mumsee, the air is much clearer than southern Ontario, but there is a lot of dust in the hamlet along the roads, which are packed dirt. When walking, passing vehicles leave you in the dust, literally. It is technically a northern desert, as there is little yearly rainfall.
Morning all.
So now we have a glimpse of the far north. I would love to know where this is, but respect the lack of knowledge for now. Perhaps when she returns, we may know. I am sure that it is only going to get colder there. Is it really 2,000 miles further north?
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Looks cold!
Good evening Jo.
Good morning everyone else.
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Beautiful lake! I’m glad I can see it from the comfort of my living room and not have to deal with the cold!
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Good Morning Everyone. My Kindle reports that I am 92% finished with Poppy. Alas, it is raining, I have to stop for gas, and need to head to Pensacola. I teach tonight, so it will have to wait until 5:30 tomorrow morning. 😦
I have loved reading it. If there are errors, they have not stolen the enjoyment of reading the book. I am a huge fan of historical fiction and usually have to check my authors to make sure they haven’t twisted the history. It has been a joy to know how well this one has been researched so that I could just get lost in the story.
I have smiled as I have found little winks to all of us here on the blog. Even Jo Little made me think of Jo and a play on words for DJ.
Thank you Michelle for allowing us to share your journey on this one too!
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Even the atmosphere looks clean or at least different.
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Morning! That is a beautiful photo up there….!
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Good morning! What a blessing to see the header photo from Roscuro.I could frame that and put it on my wall for refreshment everyday. So thankful to God for letting this special time happen in her life.
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Roscuro, you could go into the side business of selling prints of your photos online and at arts and crafts fairs. Puzzles and posters could be added to your line.
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Soon I will leave for trip one to the doctor’s office with Karen. Later will be trip two to the same office, different doc, with Art. Maybe I should change clothes so I won’t be seen twice in the same outfit?
I hope Michelle got everything worked out last night. Going the extra mile usually pays off. But staying up all night can make one feel a bit sick. I think that short term sick will be a good bargain compared to the long term prospect of not feeling pleased with the final product.
Miss Bosley is enjoying some lap time. I need to get her to run around more so she will not become a chunky cat.
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I notice the old cat is up on the new horse shelter this morning, crying pitifully. But it has a ladder to go up and down. If it is not down by tomorrow, we may help it. It does this periodically, gets up on some rooftop and then cries and then comes down.
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The photos she posted on Facebook are stunning. Yes, would love to be there right now!
I went to bed at 3:30 this morning after nearly ten hours of reading from the last page to the front–backwards to better see the words–and of course am now awake.
The good news is, while there are a horrifying number of minor errors, the first 135 pages or so only have a few typos.
Off to the shower, to write Utmost, pray, drink coffee and review for the big interview in three hours.
I’ll spend the afternoon writing up my corrections and hopefully will get all of them to Amazon by the end of the day.
Of course, I’d love a nap first.:-)
Thanks all for putting up with me–and for praying for me.
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A tour business owned by a friend has a tour that goes up that way just to watch polar bears. I imagine that is quite a sight. Love the picture.
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This sounds like something they could write a book about. 🙂
https://www.stripes.com/news/class-ring-recovered-from-wwii-crash-scene-in-england-is-returned-to-gunner-s-son-1.545756
“Ken Spatz never met his father, a B-17 aircraft waist gunner with the same name, who died in World War II. But last week he visited the site where the B-17 crashed and collected a memento — his father’s long-lost high school ring.
Andy Cox, a British farmer and metal-detecting enthusiast, discovered the ring about a decade ago in a dump on a friend’s property, near a disused WWII-era airfield in Ridgewell, England. The 1941 class ring was from a high school in Birdsboro, Pa.
It was among many other items, he said, “everything from U.S. Army toothbrushes to bits of aircraft and dog tags.”
Cox said he was unable to find the owner of the ring until he met Todd Peterson, a Pennsylvania police officer, two years ago on Facebook.
“I explained to him about this ring and I would like to try and get the records for the school for that year,” Cox said. “He gave me the list of names, and there was one guy in there, Ken Spatz, and I traced him back on the unit’s roster.”
Kenneth L. Spatz, it turned out, had been assigned to the 381st Bomb Group, a unit that flew B-17 Flying Fortresses from the former Royal Air Force station known as RAF Ridgewell, between June 1943 and April 1945. He and seven other crew members on board a B-17 named Smashing Thru were killed when their plane crashed after two engines failed.”
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Yes, those photos, which some of us saw on FB yesterday, are stunning. Still to come: the raven and split rocks. 🙂
Michelle, I’m glad you survived the night. I prayed and thought of you when I’d briefly wake up to turn over (sorry!). I really hadn’t so far noticed many (very minor) mistakes at all in my ongoing reading of the book. But if they let you have the time to fix them, all the better.
I wound up sleeping 10 hours, guess I was really tired. Last night was chaotic and the painters didn’t leave until 8 p.m. (the one had lost his keys and they spent hours looking for them, finally finding them in the dirt along the south side of the house).
Meanwhile, we received an email from our (female) editor last night saying that her ‘wife’ was about to give birth to their baby boy so editor will be going on ‘paternity’ leave. It still all gives me pause, putting together certain words with opposing genders nowadays. I admittedly stumbled over that sentence in the first reading of it. Wait, what? Who? Oh. Right. I keep forgetting the upside down world we now inhabit 🙂
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A B-17 was an airworthy bomber. It should be able to fly on two engines. I have been on a B-29 flying with two engines. .And, as an instructor once said, “The B-29 has the same glide path as a brick.” We had an air-rescue “gooney bird” following us. Our plane, with two engines out, left the gooney bird behind. A B-28 is not air worthy. It needs it’s velocity.
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I didn’t get no ravens……
But I got 3 shots of the area from her via email. It makes me want to go fishing there. 🙂
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Breath-taking photos today! Thank you, Roscuro. May your time there be blessed, and useful.
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Definitely kayak worthy.
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It just seems strange to see such a large body so smoothe. Hardly a ripple. Spell check doesn’t like my word “smoothe” but doesn’t give an alternative..
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smooth. 🙂
Is Michelle in the room? She’s got the red pencil out these days.
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Oh, but DJ, some “experts” suggest using green or purple for corrections since red might cause distress in students. I use red all the time in order to remind them they made an error. And besides, after a while green and purple might cause angst in the children, something which the “experts” haven’t figured out yet.
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Red pens for corrections? Recently the volunteers who work on review of inmates Bible studies were informed that some prisons do not want us to use red pens.CLI marks the ones that are the No Red Ink lessons. And some are no staples institutes. I guess an ingenious sort of person could save enough staples to make a weapon?
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Peter, that’s so, um, interesting. And not surprising 🙂
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Art just got the dilation drops. We are in a dark room. I am thankful for this phone right now.
Karen cancelled her appointment again this morning. My phone was not turned on so I ended up at her apartment and had to bang on her door for a bit before she answered. I had rushed out without my cell phone. Then the gate for their complex was open so she did not get the warning call at the gate which would have allowed me to go home at that point instead of having to disturb her. She and her husband had been to her primary care doc the day before so she got very tired.
Art is “super dialated” whatever that means. I am glad the room is dark, and I can’t see his eyes. He just told me to give him a punch with his cane if he starts snoring. 😀
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Good thing there are not flies in this room. I think I hear the snoring already! Shall I poke him with the cane? A vote is in order. Yay or Nay?
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Five minutes in a comfortable chair! That’s all it took. The doctor came in so the cane did not need to be used. 😀
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Ah! A perfect interview with Eric Metaxas!
Now, back to the book . . .
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Michelle, would Grammarly help?
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All my papers were marked with red. Probably the reason my personality is so warped.
If is “smooth” why didn’t spell check tell me.
You can’t trust nothing no more.
I’m glad the president hasn’t nominated me for anything.
Such a humongous waste of time. But then, if it weren’t for committee meetings, Congress would be passing laws.
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We turned to TV on. They are questioning Judge Kavanagh. The Sweetest One asked me to explain what’s happening.
How can you explain that, with all the talk, nothing is happening.
😉
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Tried Grammarly because I had a couple questions, but they wanted to charge me a subscription fee, so I just went with what made sense.
I’m done. 54 corrections. Ouch. I’m going to lie down for a bit and then return to doublecheck them before I send them on their way.
Oh, funny. Grammarly is following my typing on this comment!
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Jo, the reason for my discretion is that it is such a small community, but if you want to know, one of my replies to a comment on the album on FB tells the place name. As for the distance, it is over two and a half thousand kilometres further north than where my family lives. When my father and I were driving the three hours to the airport, we both caught ourselves saying miles when we meant kilometres. It is a habit we have, being caught between imperial and metric systems. We talk of car mileage in Canada, but it is really kilometerage.
I have to limit the number of photos I send over the internet, so I didn’t include the ravens and split rocks in what I sent to The Real.
Peter, it is not a lake, it is a fjord, an inlet of the Arctic ocean. That is salt water. There was considerable talk in the hamlet (it is less that half the population size of the West African village that I lived in) about the five whales that were seen in the fjord over the weekend. They were apparently there to avoid the pod of orca, which kill whales, that were in the bay.
Chas, you should have seen the water this morning. It was like a glass mirror.
The weathered boards in the foreground of the first photo were part of a whaling operation where the whale carcasses were dragged up to the beach and the blubber collected for whale oil. The whaling outpost was the beginning of the permanent community there, as the Inuit were nomadic.
In the second photo, the mountain to the far right is the rock face that the planes make a 360 degree turn in front of. I got a video of a plane turning there yesterday, and they do indeed get very close. The manmade cairn of stones to the far left marks the entry of the boat channel up to the wharf in the picture, as the tide goes out as far as the edge of the cairn.
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The Real, there are fishing boats out there now, although they are starting to bring in the boats in preparation for the coming ice (we thought we caught a glimpse on the horizon of an iceberg in the bay at the mouth of the fjord this morning). I have yet to taste the Arctic char they bring in, but those who have tasted it rave about it.
I saw the Aurora Borealis last night, but didn’t get any good photos.
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Oh, good. Michelle is almost done with the book.
A “fjord” Okay. reminds me of a pun: “I’ve always wanted to go to Finland or Norway when I can afjord it.”
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Let the adventure begin!
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Mumsee, the air is much clearer than southern Ontario, but there is a lot of dust in the hamlet along the roads, which are packed dirt. When walking, passing vehicles leave you in the dust, literally. It is technically a northern desert, as there is little yearly rainfall.
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I imagine. My brother learned he was allergic to glacier dust. I thought that was amazing.
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Roscuro, if you get a chance make sure you go to the national park at the end of the fjord. And watch out for polar bears.
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I am thankful to be vicariously on an adventure in the Far North while I sit in doctor’s offices in the Deep South.
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Today is Thursday.
Aj sleeps in on Thursday.
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