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the 1st Friday in November

Today is the 6th day of the 44th week, the 3rd day of the 11th month, the 307th day of 2017, and: 
  • Cliché Day
  • Fountain Pen Day
  • Give Someone a Dollar Today Day
  • Independence Day --   Panama from Colombia in 1903; Dominica from the United Kingdom in 1978; the Federated States of Micronesia from the United States in 1986
  • Love Your Lawyer Day
  • National Housewife Day
  • National Jersey Friday
  • National Medical Science Liaison Awareness and Appreciation Day
  • National Sandwich Day
  • Punkin Chunkin – the festival was scheduled to start today but cancelled on 8/23/17 for "Legal Reasons" --  a law suit has been filed following an accident last year but there have also been safety issues and insurance requirements
  • Public Television Day: 3
  • Stout Day
 

On this day in:

 

1873 - First 150 North West Mounted Police (NWMP) recruits sworn in at Lower Fort Garry after arduous overland journey from the east; training begins for their march westward in 1874; recruited by the militia from Ontario, Québec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.

1957 – Sputnik program: The Soviet Union launches Sputnik 2. On board is the first animal to enter orbit, a dog named Laika.  She was never expected to return -- apparently she was supposed to eat a poisoned meal and die quietly before the fiery re-entry, but when things went wrong she perished rather horribly within hours of dehydration and overheating

1973 – NASA launches the Mariner 10 toward Mercury. On March 29, 1974, it becomes the first space probe to reach that planet.

2017 - NASA Voyager is 19 hrs 31 mins 16 secs of light-travel time from Earth

 

Quote of the day:

"A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!”

“However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.”"

~ Stephen Crane, writer

 

Does the universe care?  I remember back in the day when I thought our generation was going to change the world, when I truly believed what I said and did would make a real difference in the course of events.  I had this conviction despite my studies of history, social sciences, and politics.  I held this conviction in the teeth of my mother’s disdain, my contemporaries amusement, and Gramdmom Hughes’ obvious tolerance of foolishness.   I was going to make a difference.  I was going to matter.  I was not going to be just another cog in the wheel.   When I look back at this belief, I am both bewildered at the certainty  I felt that  I would be able to do this -- whether as a teacher, or by joining the Peace Corps, or by entering a career in the State Department [the Peace Corp and the State Department were my fall back plan if I didn’t feel I was succeeding as a teacher] or through my writings – and confounded that I don’t remember the loss of such an overwhelming conviction.   Was it when  it became apparent that the job of my dreams was not available?  Was it when I faced the reality that my writing was not catching anyone’s imagination but my own?  Was it when I got pregnant and realized that I had a new life for which I was responsible?  Whatever the catalyst was, by my mid-20s I decided that the universe did not particularly care about me, that my life and times were not a focal point on which far-reaching change was hung, and that changing the course of history was beyond my sphere of influence.

 

But somewhere, hidden deep inside the pragmatic thinking and prosaic determination, is that youngling who refuses to accept anonymity and still dreams of making a difference and I really like her.   May she always dance in those inner regions of my soul




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