Me, Carol and 15,486 geese

First priority today was a bunch of armchair activist jobs. I finally set up a monthly sub to the Guardian newspaper online, pretty much the only msm not in bed with the oligarchs. This accompanies my Dame indie pub sub and the usual ACLU membership and BotSentinel, which underpins fact checking in the Spoutible platform I use.

And I noted the appalling tv interview comments by Paul Sarlo, State senator from NJ, a Dem (!) about trans women in sports. Shot off a firm message to his office, followed by one to my own state senator, blessed Linda Greenstein, asking her to speak to him and fight back transphobia in the State House among Dems particularly.  Then I declared my activism done for the day.

Today was cold but not too windy and Helen, Carol and I, accompanied by many shouty Canada geese, took a walk.

But first I had to reattach (we say attach and detach, why not retach?) the hood to the coat. I don't like hoods with floofy faux fur,  and had zipped it off when it arrived, thinking I'd never need it. Famous last words. 

Today I thought I should try it, maybe it would cut out the drafts round my neck.

So there followed a long period of trying to figure out which way out, which way up, which end to start zipping, then many tries at getting the zipper started. I decided that if ever I got this redacted hood in place, it would redactedly stay in place forever.

Finally we got going, and were accompanied by huge numbers of Canada geese, grumbling because the pond was frozen, so they couldn't swim, and they had to just hike about the golf course, pooping and eating the expensive greens.  

Hard to see, but definitely present strung out the length of the course.

I made it almost, not quite, to the pond, proud report, and spotted a sad little bundle of bluejay feathers strewn around where I've seen hawks recently. January is a hungry month for hawks, and, with snow on the ground, prey birds are easy to spot from the air.

See Carol Cane's round footprint on the right, opposite the left toe. I notice my stride has shortened this last year.

There's a tiny plant, all over the place, at ground level, with many leaves maybe a millimeter across, too small for my phone to pick up, well it can't even catch Canada geese, and I wonder if the plant is really a lichen or some sort of grass. If anyone has a guess, please say.

Since I've established my credentials as an assistive device user, here's a great cartoon 

And yesterday's supper was a nice frittata, two beaten eggs, broccolini, feta cheese crumbles. 

Happy day everyone, take a hike, well, that didn't come out quite right. Eat well and enjoy.