Carl Sagan told a story of life in Flatville, where the 2 dimensional inhabitants knew only length and width, there wasn't a 3rd dimension (height). Well, that is life in southern Minnesota farm country. But I'm finding the quiet flat roads challenging with the 25 to 35 mph sustained winds! But yesterday the heavens had pity on me, as the winds were mild. My morning ride was just over 100k.
So back to Flatville, where if by chance a 3 dimensional object would come into view, I wouldn't be able to describe it other than perhaps a UFO or other such unexplained phenomenon. I could perhaps concieve of a 2 dimensional representation of what the 3rd dimension might be, ala the tesseract (3 dimensional object representing the 4th dimension). But I'm stuck in this vortex of reality for the near future.
Journalism 101, Don't bury the lead. I'm in this land because my Mother fell and broke her hip. Surgery went great, she's doing fine, and prognosis is excellent. She'll be coming home from the hospital in the next few days, and I'm here to help however I can.
My mom is 91 1/2 years old, and she's my inspiration to dream big, respect the neighbors, but live life loud! Hurry up and get well Mickey! I love you.
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