Congratulations to Curtis DeCosta and Rebcca Neuts on their marriage, Sept. 17. Curtis is the son of Randy and Marsha DeCosta, living in Alna.

A big thank you to our friends the Horseshoe Crabs for providing us with entertainment on Saturday, Sept. 10. Peter, Paul, and Brian made us smile while we were working or taking care of our trash and recycling. I hope you enjoyed the music as it found its way across the transfer station. Thanks again, Crabs.

There’s a big sparrow at the feeder this morning and it’s not with the house sparrows. From its size, at first glance maybe it’s a fox sparrow, but it’s not typically scratching, just sitting like it is maybe injured or dying.

Almost everything can be explained in different ways. For example, audio information that is used to produce music from a digital source can be stored as a time series. Alternatively, as is the normal convention, the audio information can be remapped into the frequency domain via Fourier transform. The latter is helpful for use with electronic signals.

A few days ago, the second brood of new phoebe birds left their nest at my house. I’ve tried unsuccessfully to even imagine what it must be like to be a newborn phoebe, probably about 3 inches tall, being pushed out of a nest that was about 10 feet above the ground. All of this, of course, while being expected to then immediately start flying, something I’d never even done before. Next being told – who knows how, or by whom – that in just a few days, we’d be leaving to migrate to Mexico.

Every emergency department has patients who doctors and nurses see on a regular basis and often, we get to know them fairly well.

After writing “View” for some 16 years, I find I just can’t stop because things don’t stop happening. Just so you know my reason for stopping: I have been recently told I am at the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s disease and will likely end up not knowing what the LCN even is, so I didn’t want my reading public to watch me slowly fall apart. Apparently, however, it is going to take a long time, and I have decided to let my editor tell me when the time for me to stop has come.

Sorry I missed you last week, Mom, but I kind of missed the last step coming down the stairs last Tuesday and did a number on my left ankle – scraped and bruised, and pain, but I’ll live. So that was the reason for my tardiness.

On Saturday, George and I went to the gem and mineral show at the Augusta Armory. There were many interesting displays to look at. We each came home with a little treasure that we purchased to add to our collection.