A Time of Magic

The sheer scope of the text book for my archaeology course is unbelievable.

It starts from 6 million years ago and runs right through to the 19th century. Not in massive detail to be sure and even when it really gets underway (around 12,000 years ago) it skims over vast tracts of human history. Darned impressive nonetheless and absolutely packed with information on just about every corner of the world.

Supposedly during the course I’ll have gotten through about half of the 784 pages. That works out at something like 30 pages a week which sounds fairly manageable though it’s pretty hard going at the moment with so much new terminology. Some of that terminology is starting to sink in though and I now know what palaeolithic and neolithic mean which seems like a good start.

Isn’t it sad the way that people always take a “do it somewhere else” attitude to things?

Just this afternoon we were driving through the countryside and passed by a field that clearly wasn’t being used in any way at all. Not just fallow, quite simply not being used, with weeds growing as high as they can grow. It also sported a sign to the effect that it wasn’t to be used for ATVs. Why not? It certainly wasn’t being used for anything else.

To be fair, it would be better if some Polaris Accessories place were to buy the field and let it be used for what it seemed best suited for but it’s very rare that the sensible things happen, isn’t it?

It’s gotten seriously cold here in the last couple of days so we’ve been hunting for the heavier blankets and whatnot.

Well, we started hunting then we remembered that we had something of a clear-out last year and had been meaning to get a whole bunch of new stuff in the sales. Except that we forgot.

Anyway, that means we’re on the lookout for some Luxury bed linens or at least as luxurious as we can afford now that the sales are over.