5 things on a Sunday in June

[truepenny]

1. Yesterday, I wrote letters to Senator Feingold, Senator Kohl, Congresswoman Baldwin, and President Obama (email to the president, paper letters to the legislators) about the oil spill and BP's abhorrent behavior. This is the first time I have ever written a letter to any of my elected representatives, and if it does even a particle of good, I will be passionately grateful.

2. Because my mother-in-law asked, I went out yesterday and took pictures of various portions of the yard: roses, lilies, marigolds, etc. Plus a picture of the Elder Saucepan for lagniappe. Gallery here.

3. Last night I managed to get out of the stupid anxiety dream wherein I'm back in high school and failing calculus, but only by turning it into a MUCH WORSE nightmare about undead ghoul/vampire/Fury creatures feuding with each other.

4. There is no item 4. Yes, there is! Item 4 is that today is the 66th anniversary of D-Day. I loathe war, but that does not mean I do not honor the bravery of the men who died on the Normandy beaches--and the men who survived. And although I will argue about the necessity of war in almost all circumstances, I have read enough about Hitler to know that in this case, yes, war was the only way to stop him, and he had to be stopped. So, those who died on June 6, 1944, and those who survived to fight on, I am grateful to you and I honor your memory. And those veterans who are still alive, I hope this June 6th is a good day.

5. Have I mentioned that I'm going to be at Fourth Street? Because I so am! It looks like I'm going to be on two panels (including one that is based on this post, about which, yes, I would admit to being a bit chuffed), and of course I will be there for the rest of it, too.

Inevitable addenda:
(1) I am very near-sighted and very shy, but neither of those means I don't want to talk to you!
(2) Unless I'm late for a panel (or otherwise obviously busy), I'm always happy to sign books.

Comments

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

Did you know there were women on the beaches? Both the British and the Americans (and the Canadians, too, I suspect, although I can't say for sure) had nurses working in aid stations by the afternoon of D-Day. Not the same as the first assault waves--but there they were, all the same.

One of the most common old-fashioned red climbers is called Blaze, and there's another, with very ruffled petals and a strong scent called Don Juan. I don't know for sure about the Anthropophagus Rose, except that it's not Dorothy Perkins, The Fairy, or Cecile Brunner, because those aren't singles. The native climber called Prairie Rose doesn't have the sort of armament your has. Sweet Brier, or Eglantine does, but the flowers aren't quite right. Betty Prior is another possible. You could also just go to Antique Rose Emporium (http://www.antiqueroseemporium.com/index.html) and lose several hours off your life.

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

It's definitely not Betty Prior--not bicolor. And I would say thank you for the link, but I'm not quite sure gratitude is the appropriate response. *g*

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

Unlike TV Tropes, it is at least a finite time-sink.