Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
We are surely in the time of year, here in coastal southern New England, when we separate the men-from-the-boys… the women-from-the-ladies…. er…the tender feet-from-the-Eagle-Scouts (eww worse)… wait, gimme a minute. (ok, you’ll hate this prozeugma ), It’s a time when the distinction between a clark with a secondary scottian aspect and a scott with a secondary rogerian aspect becomes graphically clear.
When it comes to writing a post of Ten Things of Thankful (TToT), the autumn season, imho, puts an inordinate strain on our capacity to feel gratitude. Never a overwhelmingly obvious personal quality, the cold temperatures and inhospitable conditions, combined with the sun setting at four o’clock, (and racing towards noon with every passing Fall afternoon); I’d say, among clarks-who-write-grat posts, the time of year is like juggling eight, pissed-off tarantulas.
1) Una. Who, while comfortable at virtually all temperatures, is not, however, a fan of rain. (ok, just a little non sequitur(ish) but it’s true. Having the extra-long coat is probably the reason. The photo at the top of the post illustrates the primary reason our dogs have been my role model. Sure, she knows that snow turns into water eventually, but….snow deep enough to create speeding-dog-wakes-and-plumes?! Eternity in an hour, yo.)
2) Phyllis. Way more tolerate of the lower ranges of temperatures than we are. She does not, however, share our enjoyment of the higher, now sadly left in the previous months, heat range.
3) the Wakefield Doctrine. Everyone knows that the Wakefield Doctrine is gender and culture neutral, we figure it’d be waste of a TToT theme to not mention that the Wakefield Doctrine takes no position on the seasons of the year, vis-à-vis any proclivity of the three predominant worldviews: clarks(Outsiders), scotts(Predators) and rogers(Herd Members) towards a certain time of year.
4) Six Sentence Story a place to read short-short-(really short) story(ettes) and a place to learn and practice one’s own abilities.
5) Serial stories: ‘the Whitechapel Interlude‘ and ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf‘
6) The library project, Part II Now that we have removed the stump. the next step is to level the 14×16 area where the structure will be place (once they’re delivered crushed rock to form the base.
7) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) The BoSR/SBoR is not simply license to ignore convention, run roughshod* over the practices and processes emloyed (and exhibited) by the participants. Beginning with the founderini, Lizzie it has been a virtual Philosopher’s Stone (for some of us).
8) the spirit and tenor of this collection of bloggers who view the process as a win-win, not matter what some of us come up with for content. This attitude is what make this the ‘hop what it is.
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10) Secret Rule 1.3 Because what kind of bloghop would this be if’n we didn’t have Secret Rules. We’ll tell you back up in Grat 7
* interesting, the term dates back to the 1800’s when the nails that held the iron shoe would be left long, projecting from the hoof. This resulted in better traction for the horse and more damage to the undesirable that the horse rider felt the need to ride over. Hence the historical designation ‘Age of Enlightenment’.
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Pure magic, Numero Una.
Here, here, the Eight.
Such a smile elicited by watching the “Mad Drummer”!
I am unfamiliar with Auguries of Innocence. Many thanks for providing the reading (and visual).
Most excellent opening lines
The early dark gives us a reason to look forward to January and the return of more light, since January and February are usually the harshest months.
agreed, for us the coldest, bleakest part of the winter
Very nice, thank you.
After clicking your first link at the top, I decided I really need to read that after a good night’s rest rather than at the end of the day. 😏 That is quite the wordscape of the juggling tarantulas and not something I would look forward to seeing. The history of the meaning of run roughshod is interesting. Thanks for sharing one of William Blakes’ works. There is nothing quite like that of observing a dog playing and running in the snow. Do dogs smile? Why, yes indeed they do!
I liked the ‘find’ on roughshod and the Blake, I’ve always liked the initial lines but having the visual (accompanying) the spoken word was quite enjoyable.
PS took a while to find a reading that didn’t weigh sixteen pounds from excessive (male) rogerian delivery.
I was pretty sure we skipped right out of fall last week when we had a cold snap, but today was shirt sleeves and turn on the a/c in the car weather and is it any wonder my sinuses are a mess? Winter must, unfortunately, be endured, for there to be a spring (my, that was kind of poetic).