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Today was National Forget-Me-Not Day in the US. When I first discovered this fact, I thought it was another one of those wanky American things, created in order to sell unnecessary things to gullible people. But, no. It’s the American equivalent, more or less, of the poppies that proliferate this time of year, albeit the day before November 11; Armistice Day.
The National Forget-Me-Not Day was created in 1921 in order to raise funds to care for America’s First World War casualties. These days, it covers all wars and is about remembering the sacrifices made by military personnel. As their website says: “The day serves to honor [sic] all past and current United States Military veterans who bear the permanent scars of battle.“
Like the UK poppy, Americans are urged to wear a forget-me-not on November 10 each year. Given the amount of WWI research I have done, I am really surprised I’d not heard about it.
Anyway, I didn’t wear a flower today. I was far too busy moving the deck lounge into its winter hibernation zone, ie The Glassroom.
It required a bit of a clean-up and brush down first, before sliding it across the floors, from one side of the house to the other. On a towel. The towel was essential.
At the same time, I had to keep a close eye on the dogs given the late stage of their seasons. The thing is, at this late stage, they eagerly want to have sex with anything that walks passed the house. I have to be ready to drop whatever I am doing and grab hold of them to avoid any procreation from occurring.
They even try and have sex with each other. Not that this is a problem. When I mentioned it to Mirinda she sent me this photo she took on her way to the ballet tonight.
Apart from the colours and species, this could easily be Emma and Freya getting amorous.
Mirinda had been at uni. Today marked her return for this new semester. She was joined by Ashley as well as some new students. I have yet to hear about the ballet.
Anyway, returning to the subject of animals, two deer strolled by my study window this morning. One an adult, the other a juvenile.
They were almost perfectly camouflaged against the foliage down the side of the house. In fact, if the adult hadn’t moved, I don’t think I’d have seen them at all. I managed to get this photo of the juvenile.
With regard to the AI scraping issue, the views dropped off dramatically today. After a flurry of them in the morning, there were hardly any after 04:00. Maybe that’s the end of it. I certainly hope so.
