MOSAIC: Fiber on a mission

Click on the link below and you can see what we are doing to help out.  That seems to be my mission is to find places where we can help.  Maybe in a small way, in the background and trying to be effective.  The Gainesville Times, our local newspaper got it right.  The Gulf of Mexico may be in peril and the citizens and their remote lovers of the beaches are coming together. Booms of pantyhose are being stuffed by volunteers.  Stuffed with alpaca fiber.  It works!The gulf stream is going to get that oily blob and move it where she wants, but the panhandle of Florida will be ready!

http://www.gainesvilletimes.com/news/article/33260/

Wild life will adapt.  Remember when there was so much discussion ove4r the Corps of engineers taking mandatory draws off Lake Lanier when we were in such drought? We were below pool level and they had to keep a minimum downstream to afford the luxury of life to a snail.  We would be interested to know where that snail plays into the food chain of the marshes for smaller species and fish, which become food for the bigger ones.  They all have to adapt to changes in environment. That is what they and we do; that is what is called evolution.  Some environmental changes are temporary, some accidental and some permanent. There is perfect balance if a population does not outgrow its food supply.  Malthus has a theory about this.  The consequences of a population outgrowing its food supply is quite detrimental; almost as if there were no food supply.  War, pestilence, famine and death. It is a cycle. 
I had a heavy feeling this PM.  Our friends who were vacationing in Maine lost a dear friend in a kayaking accident off the coast on Sunday.  One was from Hoschton. There was a Facebook plea for prayers, but they found the kayaks on Sunday and the girls on Monday.
Also, our cousin Deborah had three horses that were gifted from her father, George Bishop (Waccamaw Pottery founder)/or born to her from that seed .  Lightening struck all three at once in that horrible storm Sunday evening.  It is tough loosing an animal, but the last physical vestige of your father's influence can be heart-breaking.

William is 7 weeks old and he saw his great-grandmother on Tuesday. She is 87 and he was perfect, as usual...
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