@thekerukeion@Heccles94@ahchoen Not exactly true. Impeachment is a political process, not a criminal one. The reason for impeachment does not have to be a legally defined crime.
@HaggisAdele If it's an invite to a McDonalds meal, that may be my response. But a dinner at your house? With either of you two cooking? Absolutely super passive aggressive.......and totally their loss.
Just a special shout-out tonight to the folks out there who still give a little "thank you" wave when someone lets you in front of them in traffic. Keep that up.
At the southern edge of Lake Michigan there once stood a dune so large it dominated the shoreline.
Locals called it the Hoosier Slide. Rising roughly 200 feet, it was one of the tallest dunes in the entire Great Lakes region.
People climbed it for the view. From the summit you could see the lake stretching out like an inland sea. Wind pushed rivers of sand down its steep face. The dune was constantly shifting, alive in motion.
But the Hoosier Slide had something industry valued more than scenery.
Its sand was almost pure silica.
Exactly what glass manufacturers needed.
By the late 1800s factories in Michigan City began mining the dune. Steam shovels carved into the slope. Railcars hauled away load after load of sand.
The dune slowly shrank.
Visitors who returned years later noticed something unsettling. The mountain they remembered was fading. By the early twentieth century the Hoosier Slide was gone.
Not eroded by wind.
Not swallowed by water.
It had been mined into existence elsewhere.
That sand was melted into glass shipped across the country.
Windows.
Bottles.
Industrial glassware.
One of the largest natural landmarks on Lake Michigan quietly disappeared into everyday objects. If you find an old glass bottle from that era, there’s a chance the Hoosier Slide is still there… just in another form.
Michael Hague 1948-2026
Illustrator Michael Hague's wife Kathleen posted that her husband passed away March 10, 2026. Michael was extremely popular for illustrating classics such as The Wind in the Willows,The Wizard of Oz,The Hobbit and the stories of Hans Christian Andersen.
Nobody talks about the Soay sheep.
The Soay is a feral breed on the St Kilda archipelago, 40 miles west of the Outer Hebrides, in what is essentially the North Atlantic's idea of a practical joke.
No farmers. No supplementary feed. No veterinary care. No infrastructure of any kind.
The Soay sheep has been managing itself there for over four thousand years.
It sheds its own fleece in summer without being shorn. It forages on salt-tolerant coastal grasses, seaweed, and whatever the wind hasn't already ripped from the hillside.
It survives winter on an island that receives gale-force winds for approximately a third of the year.
The Soay is the size of a large dog. It looks fragile. It is constitutionally invincible.
There is no supplement stack, no optimised environment, no carefully curated feeding programme.
There is just a very small sheep standing sideways-on to a 60mph Atlantic gust with the expression of an animal that has never once considered the possibility that this might be too difficult.
We are trying to improve on this.
We are not improving on this.
Everybody loves the “fun rich auntie.”
Thoughtful gifts. Showing up for birthdays and holidays. Emotional support.
But reciprocity for her?
That part gets real quiet.
Beware of any Christian movement that demands the government be an instrument of God's wrath but never a source of God's charity, mercy, or compassion.
“I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
—J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
@HermannHessed This has run through my mind fairly constantly for about a decade. Followed by "In every wood, in every spring, there is a different green". Both quotes give me hope and determination to live and enjoy the small moments.