Friday, January 14
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Nice weather for January.
My sweetie helped me take the Christmas tree down and outside to the sea can again.
Did a few little things like empty the poop sled (I pick up the poop from the ponies, because their corral isn't that big and would swiftly be horrific if you didn't clean it up) onto the manure pile by the garden, dumped the cat litter at the designated area (I use animal bedding so that I can let it just go back to the soil), that kind of thing.
We went to see River, and R was around working another horse. It was nice to talk with her. River did well, we worked on our homework, our Liberty pattern, and under saddle.
We came home and watched the second half of Hamilton. I find it interesting that Miranda wrote such a detailed and impassioned musical about a historical figure, and it became so popular.
Interesting thing I learned today: Tesla loved pigeons. From Wikipedia:Tesla lived at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City from 1900 and ran up a large bill.[204] He moved to the St. Regis Hotel in 1922 and followed a pattern from then on of moving to a different hotel every few years and leaving unpaid bills behind.[205][206]
Tesla walked to the park every day to feed the pigeons. He began feeding them at the window of his hotel room and nursed injured birds back to health.[206][207][208] He said that he had been visited by a certain injured white pigeon daily. He spent over $2,000 to care for the bird, including a device he built to support her comfortably while her broken wing and leg healed.[34] Tesla stated:
I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them for years. But there was one, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. I loved that pigeon as a man loves a woman, and she loved me. As long as I had her, there was a purpose to my life.[209]
Tesla's unpaid bills, as well as complaints about the mess made by pigeons, led to his eviction from St. Regis in 1923. He was also forced to leave the Hotel Pennsylvania in 1930 and the Hotel Governor Clinton in 1934.[206] At one point he also took rooms at the Hotel Marguery.
Tesla moved to the Hotel New Yorker in 1934. At this time Westinghouse Electric & Manufacturing Company began paying him $125 per month in addition to paying his rent. Accounts of how this came about vary. Several sources claim that Westinghouse was concerned, or possibly warned, about potential bad publicity arising from the impoverished conditions in which their former star inventor was living.[210][211][212][213] The payment has been described as being couched as a "consulting fee" to get around Tesla's aversion to accepting charity. Tesla biographer Marc Seifer described the Westinghouse payments as a type of "unspecified settlement".[212] In any case, Westinghouse provided the funds for Tesla for the rest of his life.
Nice weather for January.
My sweetie helped me take the Christmas tree down and outside to the sea can again.
Did a few little things like empty the poop sled (I pick up the poop from the ponies, because their corral isn't that big and would swiftly be horrific if you didn't clean it up) onto the manure pile by the garden, dumped the cat litter at the designated area (I use animal bedding so that I can let it just go back to the soil), that kind of thing.
We went to see River, and R was around working another horse. It was nice to talk with her. River did well, we worked on our homework, our Liberty pattern, and under saddle.
We came home and watched the second half of Hamilton. I find it interesting that Miranda wrote such a detailed and impassioned musical about a historical figure, and it became so popular.
Interesting thing I learned today: Tesla loved pigeons. From Wikipedia:Tesla lived at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City from 1900 and ran up a large bill.[204] He moved to the St. Regis Hotel in 1922 and followed a pattern from then on of moving to a different hotel every few years and leaving unpaid bills behind.[205][206]
Tesla walked to the park every day to feed the pigeons. He began feeding them at the window of his hotel room and nursed injured birds back to health.[206][207][208] He said that he had been visited by a certain injured white pigeon daily. He spent over $2,000 to care for the bird, including a device he built to support her comfortably while her broken wing and leg healed.[34] Tesla stated:
I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them for years. But there was one, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. I loved that pigeon as a man loves a woman, and she loved me. As long as I had her, there was a purpose to my life.[209]
Tesla's unpaid bills, as well as complaints about the mess made by pigeons, led to his eviction from St. Regis in 1923. He was also forced to leave the Hotel Pennsylvania in 1930 and the Hotel Governor Clinton in 1934.[206] At one point he also took rooms at the Hotel Marguery.
Tesla moved to the Hotel New Yorker in 1934. At this time Westinghouse Electric & Manufacturing Company began paying him $125 per month in addition to paying his rent. Accounts of how this came about vary. Several sources claim that Westinghouse was concerned, or possibly warned, about potential bad publicity arising from the impoverished conditions in which their former star inventor was living.[210][211][212][213] The payment has been described as being couched as a "consulting fee" to get around Tesla's aversion to accepting charity. Tesla biographer Marc Seifer described the Westinghouse payments as a type of "unspecified settlement".[212] In any case, Westinghouse provided the funds for Tesla for the rest of his life.
