Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
The analogy between Robert E. Lee, Gettysburg and that oak is still nagging at me, but I doubt I’ll belabor this post with the troubling similarities between the two this morning. Though I might.
Gale came down the morning after the Gettysburg event and we performed an after-action analysis of the damages, the implications, and ultimately the other oaks surrounding the cabin showing some level of potential for similarly Gettysburg-like thinking. We concluded there’ll be several other trees coming down because they’re already losing bark, or obviously dead. Others I’ll prune the larger branches on the cabin-side so’s the weight left will cause them to fall away from anything they can damage. Hopefully.
Fact is, the leverage a few MPH of wind in the upper growth exerts a huge mechanical advantage and a person might be prone to over-confidence about the salubriousness of fooling with the weight and balance.
Somewhat the way Pickett trusted the judgement and wisdom of old Robert Lee until the pricetag of trusting was already paid. Lee locked his mind in one direction and managed to blind himself to the obvious, and he said what Pickett wanted to hear.
But I said I wouldn’t go there this morning, and I’m not going to go there just because old Pickett spent the rest of his life blaming Lee for allowing him to do exactly what he wanted most.
Even Meade, the Union commander, trusted Lee so much he was ready to abandon the superior ground, pull back his larger force, more guns, rather than mistrust Robert E. Lee, his opposing commander. Meade’s officers voted to hold position, or there’d have been no Gettysburg.
But I said I wouldn’t go there this morning, and I’m not going to go there
A while back I was trusting the invader cat to be a pregnant female because it was pacing around meowing something awful. Trusting it other times to be a female in heat for the same reason. But I discovered around the same time I made the discovery about the oak, that the invader cat has a pair of jingle-bollocks. I don’t know why the hell it’s meowing. But I trust a pair of jingle-bollocks more-or-less completely when it comes to it.
A lot more than I’m ever going to trust an oak again.
Today on Ask Old Jules: 1940′s and 1950′s in the USA?
Old Jules, what were some of the social, political, and religious aspects of the 1940′s and 1950′s?