On the Eastern Shore! 46 degrees. The sun is shining. The wind is not blowing. Most of the snow has been washed and melted away, though the mounds from clearance of parking lots for instance, were so large, they are still significant. The birds are wicked active and vocal. Outdoors smells like April.
Upon arising I went to work, attempting to compose coherent take away on the War of 1812 and Andrew Jackson. What a land grab! Most of what was soon to be known as the Cotton Kingdom. Additionally he ridded his natal state of South Carolina of any need to further regard anything coming out of the U.S.A. How differently things might have turned out for this country if Andrew Jackson hadn't been where he was when he was. So much happened because of him, the person he was. Part of what he was, was that he, like Julius Caesar, was possessed of extraordinary battle luck.
About an hour into this a neighbor calls. She and another friend are determined to catch The Black Swan; today's the last chance to do so around here, over in Easton. Would I like to go with them? I hemmed for a minute. I decided it would be healthy to play hooky.
el V says it's nice in NYC too, and the rain of yesterday significantly reduced their snow mountains, which are considerably larger than ours! He's in a better state of mind after hanging out with our friends uptown last night. He was so miserable Friday night and yesterday.
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We'll be interested to hear your take on The Black Swan.
The Black Swan was exactly what I thought it was, which is why I hadn't seen before, and why it being a pretext for getting out of the House, out of C'town, going somewhere else, and being with friends was the only way I saw it.
Love, C.
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