It’s Hump Day, and predicted to be cloudy but warm in Chicago, with a high of 51°F (11°C)—unseasonably warm for mid-December. And once again I slept fitfully, impeding my ability to brain; but I’ll do my best. I just realized, too, while looking up events in history on December 9, that I believe I posted today’s events yesterday. So I’ll just add that on this day in 1608, John Milton was born. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili’s been reading Jack London:
A: Hili, are you coming back home with us?
Hili: No, I feel the call of the wild.
In Polish:
Ja: Hili, wracasz z nami do domu?
Hili: Nie, ciągnie mnie do lasu.
Any subtext to the “unseasonably warm” mentioned there? (Climate change?)
It has been too late for a while I fear. Some academics have done a Templeton – taken dirty money to write anti-climate change articles
http://energydesk.greenpeace.org/2015/12/08/exposed-academics-for-hire/
Chicago – and the middle of North America – has very variable weather. The best explanation I have seen was by Tim Flannery in The Eternal Frontier: An Ecological History of North America.
http://www.amazon.com/Eternal-Frontier-Ecological-History-America/dp/0802138888/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
North America is a big triangle, flat in the middle with mountains running north-south on each side. To the north is the Arctic with cold, dry air. To the south, the Gulf of Mexico with warm moist air. This air keeps colliding in the middle which accounts for the fact that NA gets more than 90% of tornadoes in the world and generally weird and variable weather.
We got a foot of snow (30cm)in Chicago on November 21. Although close to Lake Michigan, where Jerry lives, there was at best a trace of snow because of the warmth of the lake and the city. Right now on December 9, the sun is out, it is supposed to get to over 50 degrees today (10C) and 56 tomorrow (13C). We know that we will get some bitter cold in the coming months.
The fitful sleep thing is getting interesting. Possibly a reaction to retirement? Notwithstanding that retirement sounding as busy as work.
That Jack London Square is a special place.
I felt the call of retirement once and it is gone now.
I feel the call of the wild, sometimes takes the form of the call of nature. My d*g, a true creature of habit, urinates about 10 times on a 30 minute walk in the woods. She defecates once. When she is not so engaged, she has her nose to the ground, no doubt searching for signs of other creatures leavings. Hili may be speaking euphemistically.
Got to bed late, had to get up too early…but the too-short interval between the two was most loverly….
b&
I predict the call of the wild will soon be overshadowed by the call of the tame kibble (or stinky food).