Good morning. Why is this type so tiny? OK, anyway, yay! Friday! Actually, for us, that means "no rest at all", since we have so much to do. Bah phooey on that. Still, with some serious harassment of a few individuals, we should have Mom's AC and shower fixed before the rehab sends he rhome next week. Scares me to pieces. I know she's not emotionally or metnally really ready, and physically probably isn't either, but hey, her insurance won't cover, so she's outta there. Medicaid will pay retroactively, but first we have to have Mom approved, and guess how long they take? Yeah. *headdesk* More mayhem. Pfft, I say. Pfft. Still, Hubby finally realized I can't do it all alone, so today I'm on Phone Call Duty (puma growling at people) and he will do actual physical labor. *gasp* I know! (No offense to the gentlemen of our community, who work very hard. My hubby is a lovely man, but he's used to me doing things, fibro and all, you get the idea.)
I am trying to be witty, but I think my wits are still in bed. Where I oughta be. Woke up at 5AM b/c of one of those weird nightmares that makes you want to not sleep again for, oh, a month. In this one, I was in a tug of war over a bath mat on Amazon. Don't ask me how I had physical tug of war via Amazon, let alone over a bath mat. *headscratch*
Today in 1966, folk twanger (ahem, sorry, musician) Bob Dylan wrecked his motorcycle near Woodstock, New York. Yes, that Woodstock. No, not that Woostock. Wait, what? Woodstock NY had an artist "colony" nearby, and Dylan was fond of motoring around New York State on his bike, and it seemed like a cool stop on his wanderings, and there he went. Dylan suffered a nice case of road rash an d a crunched vertebra, never gaev anyone the same story twice why he wrecked. Whatever the cause, he used it as a reason to settle down with his kids and wife and write som eof his best stuff, but eventually he missed the celebrity llifestyle and returned to touring in 1973. People still debate if he really had an accident, but fellow folkster Joan Baez once said that the bike drove Dylan, not the other way around, so he probably just had a classic "Oh shit!" moment in some gravel.
In 1754, the first international boxing match was held, between Jack Slack of England (who won) and Jean Petit (which translates to Little John in English, btw, or John Little) of France.
In 1773, the first schoolhouse was built west of the Allegheny Mountains (the Appalchian stretch that runs through Pennsylvania and West Virginia west of the Blue Ridge but east of the Midwest), in the town of Schoenbrun, in what is now Ohio.
Speak fo West of the Alleghenies, 1786 saw the first newspaper published west of aforementioned mountain range... The Pittsburgh Gazette, now the Pittsburgh Post Gazette.
What's this about "west of the Alleghenies"? OK, US geology and geography: The East Coast ends at the northern Appalchians in New England, at the Piedmont in the Mid-Atlantic, and the Alleghenies were the "easiest" of the mountains to cross, so to speak, in the pre-modern era. The much rockier Blue Ridge (which bounds that Piedmont region) is no treat, but thanks to the quirks of geology, central Pennsylvania turns out to be one of the easiest places to cross the Appalachians, partly b/c the Blue Ridge trails off and the granite mountains of the Adirondacks and so forth don't pick up again until further north. Not saying they're not rugged, but compared to, say the Great Smokies in the south or theAdirondacks? You at least stood a fair shot of crossing the Alleghenies at a few points, once you got that far. West of the Alleghenies, the Appalachians mellow out, so the Alleghenies were the "Western Frontier" boudnary for a Looooooong time. As in, my ancestors (the non-Natives) were considered nutsy-cuckoo for leaving the nice safe environs of the "settled" country to bolt west. That said, one of hte first to do so had nothing to lose but his life, so hey, why not?
Wow, digressions upon digressions. I need sleep, and you probably need coffee after all that. Sorry! I grew up in them thar hills. Just part of my DNA on my dad's side.
OK< have a WONDERFUL FRIDAY if you can, and if you can't, be at ease and be healing, okay? We all had a rough stretch in July and we need to be ready for August, so take today if you can to recharge, and plan how *not* to overdo this weekend.:-)
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