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Tuesday 13
Apr. 13th, 2010 11:46 pmTuesday 13- I did my stretches and ran two miles.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 44 and 67 degrees, NW winds 6 to 9 MPH, humidity around 24 percent, clear skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Wednesday: Sunny, with a high near 74. Calm wind becoming southeast between 4 and 7 mph. Wednesday Night: Mostly clear, with a low around 49. South wind at 10 mph becoming northwest.”
I did some work around the house and outside, too. I was saddened to see that the dove’s eggs outside my front door had fallen out of the nest and laid broken on the ground. I guess it happened last night when some very high winds blew through our area.
I read aloud from the textbooks: “Astronomy Today" Jupiter’s atmospheric weather and cloud make up; “The Cell: a Molecular Approach” Telomeres and Telomerase: Replicating the ends of Chromosomes, yikes.
I went for my evening walk listening to Astro 10: General Astronomy: How Stars Shine: Exploding Stars: Celestial Fireworks.
I watched “ Nova: Hunting the Edge of Space: The Ever Expanding Universe”. I thought it was a very impressive with lots of information and history; they also got it right! Also the instructor Alex Filippenko of the Astro 10 podcasts I listen to on my walks was featured on the program!
I continued to read “Cold Harbour”. The twin sister is now on her way over to France by the Fast Boat to retrieve German plans of the Atlantic Wall. She is almost raped twice: by an agent that impersonates a German flyer at Cold Harbour that our heroes pull off her, and by a real German Officer when she gets to France; she pulls a gun on him. So I guess I’ll start calling her our heroine! In the mean time the High German Command thinks that the meeting for the Atlantic Wall is really a ruse to plot a plan to kill Hitler, and send word to this SS Officer in charge there to “beef up security at the mansion”.
I did my stretches and lifted weights, practiced my guitar, wrote my column for the newspaper and sent it in, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night. It would have been Stoney’s 90th birthday today.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 44 and 67 degrees, NW winds 6 to 9 MPH, humidity around 24 percent, clear skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Wednesday: Sunny, with a high near 74. Calm wind becoming southeast between 4 and 7 mph. Wednesday Night: Mostly clear, with a low around 49. South wind at 10 mph becoming northwest.”
I did some work around the house and outside, too. I was saddened to see that the dove’s eggs outside my front door had fallen out of the nest and laid broken on the ground. I guess it happened last night when some very high winds blew through our area.
I read aloud from the textbooks: “Astronomy Today" Jupiter’s atmospheric weather and cloud make up; “The Cell: a Molecular Approach” Telomeres and Telomerase: Replicating the ends of Chromosomes, yikes.
I went for my evening walk listening to Astro 10: General Astronomy: How Stars Shine: Exploding Stars: Celestial Fireworks.
I watched “ Nova: Hunting the Edge of Space: The Ever Expanding Universe”. I thought it was a very impressive with lots of information and history; they also got it right! Also the instructor Alex Filippenko of the Astro 10 podcasts I listen to on my walks was featured on the program!
I continued to read “Cold Harbour”. The twin sister is now on her way over to France by the Fast Boat to retrieve German plans of the Atlantic Wall. She is almost raped twice: by an agent that impersonates a German flyer at Cold Harbour that our heroes pull off her, and by a real German Officer when she gets to France; she pulls a gun on him. So I guess I’ll start calling her our heroine! In the mean time the High German Command thinks that the meeting for the Atlantic Wall is really a ruse to plot a plan to kill Hitler, and send word to this SS Officer in charge there to “beef up security at the mansion”.
I did my stretches and lifted weights, practiced my guitar, wrote my column for the newspaper and sent it in, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night. It would have been Stoney’s 90th birthday today.
