I can still hand-code HTML and CSS but hang me if I will ever be able to remember markdown syntax beyond boldface and italics. Hence, if you saw it, my short-lived ordered-list testing post in which I hit “post” instead of simply closing it. Apparently it’s going be that kind of day (#2).

This morning I saw in a blog post something I thought I would like to have, and so: took out writing paper and pen, wrote a note explaining what I wanted, enclosed a check, addressed and stamped the envelope, and clipped it to the mailbox. Because the group selling the calendars as a fundraiser do not engage in what used to be called “e-commerce.” I appreciate the implicit suggestion that if you cannot figure out how to request a calendar via physical-world channels, you are not likely one of their people anyhow.

Last month I saw a Baltimore Oriole at my window feeder, probably the same one twice, as they only visit in winter and then rarely. This morning another one came by that I thought might be a female but was instead a bird in its first winter: orange like nothing else around here, but dully so. I am going to put some raisins on the ledge and see if I can make a regular.

Much cheaper than airfare!

I thought I was buying a (used) CD of German Baroque Christmas music… it was in fact a 7-CD set. I am going to need more days of Christmas.

Last craft market on Saturday: I am just about sold out of everything. Next week I’ll start over. I feel like the ox cart man. Only less picturesque.

Harvesting the last of the fall garden on the solstice.

Ice is slippery, but we still don’t really know why.

There are two sources of music at this event. A few minutes ago Bing Crosby was crooning “O Come All Ye Faithful” while at the same time I could hear Steve Perry imploring “Don’t Stop Believin’.” If somebody out there wants to steal that for a sermon, it’s yours… I’m not doing anything with it.

Well, I could have just used this Wren Song. But I expect it’s some sort of European wren. All wrong. Tempting anyhow. Next time.