The Susquehanna, Frozen Over

I'm sitting in front of my computer on Saturday Morning, the day after Valentine's Day. Yesterday my Mary and I went up to St. Pete Beach and took a luncheon cruise on a paddlewheel boat called the Starlight Princess with a group from Ramblers Rest Resort, our residence in Florida. It was a beautiful day on the Inland Waterway. We had salmon with dill sauce for lunch. It was really scrumptious. They prepare all the food in the galley of the ship. When we returned home there was a package containing roses waiting for Mary on the porch. I ordered them off the Internet. She was tickled pink, an appropriate color for Valentine's Day.

The CD playing on my computer is entitled Bluegrass at Carnegie Hall. The Country Gentlemen recorded it live several years ago. My musical tastes run the gamut from Blue Grass to Bach. However, on a Saturday morning bluegrass seems more appropriate. It's the kind of music I grew up with. I find it relaxing. Of course, a lot of it is sad music, and if you listen to too much bluegrass, you begin feeling melancholy.

Mary just came in from hanging up the laundry. The sun is shining bright and there is a good breeze blowing. It should be dry shortly. I help with a lot of chores around the house, but she does not let me touch the laundry. I don't hang it up to suit her. Sometimes it pays to be less than proficient at certain tasks.

About an hour ago, I checked the weather on the web site of WGAL-TV in Lancaster, PA. They have skycams at Lancaster, York, and Harrisburg. I captured the scene of the Susquehanna River at Harrisburg. Note on the picture above that the river is covered with ice and snow. I hope they don't get ice jams on the river this spring.

The other thing on my mind is the almost-certain conflict with Iraq looming on the horizon. I pray that some way can be found to avoid it, but I think we have gone past the point of no return. I'm afraid that on the day when it begins, all hell will break loose. I just don't think George II has thought through all the consequences of his actions. God help us all.

I guess we will have to live our lives one day at a time. I try not to dwell too much on what I cannot control. We must carry on with our lives and keep our sense of humor. Stay warm and safe and as Red Skelton used to say, "God Bless."

Yours truly, The Old Professor