February 10, 2023: Cold
Why do they call colds, colds? Might it be that this is how it is thought they are acquired? A cold is a virus. There was probably a time in which colds thought to come from something external, like being outside on windy, wet day – it was not thought that they were contagious. Two individuals out in a blizzard, both get colds, the reason is that they were both out in the elements. Some now don’t know what a virus is, or the mechanisms by which one is infected. This is why they abhor vaccines. I know about viruses, and that vaccines are a |
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deterrent. I do wonder if the mass-produced vaccines are always the best option. Best to lock oneself in a room and never go outside. I have a cold. I’ve been focusing on other things, so I haven’t felt the full effects. I know it has to now run its course. It is a virus for which there isn’t a vaccine. I wonder why this is. It was a long day in the trenches. Pete hung out with the horses and Josh while Josh put ice shoes on all three. So I will resume riding them on Sunday, which is Stupor Bowel Sunday. This is a big deal. I know this because the radio reporters, as they usually do, were exploring every radio-related angle. Getting out on this day is what those who don’t watch the Stupor Bowel do for a good time? I went to town and hosted the Bright Light Book Project Open House. Nan, who came and got books, suggested that we call it the Bright Lights Book Project Fair. I think this is a great idea, and I am going to call it this next month. I’ll hold it the second Friday in that month. The event was a resounding success. About a dozen people came and took books. It was very odd; I felt a pang as they left with full boxes. It was like (I suppose) parting with a young puppy. I get attached to books that I handle frequently. I have been thinking that people, not books, have souls, but I am now wondering if books themselves as souls. I know that today we were dealing with the cream of the crop, which are those parents who are totally invested in their children’s upbringing. And for them, teaching their children to read is a big part of this. All went through the books slowly and carefully, deliberating at length over their selections. I was glad to see this. I read There Was an Old Women who Swallowed a Fly to two children, one age 3 and the other age seven. This was an exercise in literacy for me. The main character, a woman begins by swallowing a fly, and then consumes other animals, the last one being a horse. The smallest child grew increasingly more anxious as the story progressed. I have several versions of this story. I am going to take a look at them and see what the differences are. |
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