Consequences UARS Style

Consequences UARS Style


 
Tomorrow, September 23rd confirms that old adage, ‘what goes up must come down’. The predictions for it’s return vary from nothing to worry about, to, it’s a monster and it’s going to get you.
 
I love how space.com describes the coming event.
 
“Although most of the spacecraft will be destroyed during re-entry, some will survive. These pieces of debris could pose a small risk of damaging property or endangering people when they fall. “The risk to public safety or property is extremely small, and safety is NASA’s top priority,” NASA said in a statement.”
 
“The spacecraft will break into pieces as it plummets through the atmosphere, but not all of it will burn up in the heat of re-entry. One analysis of the spacecraft suggests that of its total 6 1/2-ton bulk, only 1,170 pounds (532 kilograms) will survive when it reaches the ground”
 
What part of that is supposed to be reassuring?  There is a small risk?  Endangering people or damaging property? And…safety may be NASA’s top priority but they have no control over where it will fall or even able to predict with accuracy. It’s true scientists have pinpointed it to between 57 degrees north of the equator and 57 degrees south of the equator which pretty much covers the populated world.
 
Only 1170 pounds will survive reentry to teach earth. Now wouldn’t that weight from 10 feet be disastrous if it fell on..well me…? Never mind hurtling through space.
 
Another article says the pieces will miss North America. With friends and family around the world that’s not very consoling. In it’s entirety the school bus sized satellite weighs about six and a half tons the same as the asteroid which reportedly ended the dinosaur rulers of earth. We are consoled by the fact that most of it will burn in the atmosphere.
 
Apparently human-created orbital debris has reached a critical point so it looks like we can expect a lot more…not exactly raindrops falling on your head. You know there may be something to that Chicken Little Story.
 
Stay safe my friends and either duck or run whenever appropriate.

Mama I am Promptless!

Good Ol Mama

This week’s prompts and I got nuthin!

.) Girls Night Out! Describe the last time you got to hang out with your friends? What stops you from doing this more often?
2.) If Social Media died tomorrow, describe another hobby you might get into.
3.) Share a Summer Camp memory.
4.) We’re too old to be getting in trouble…aren’t we? Write about a time you were scolded…as an adult.
5.) Barefoot and hormonal…describe an incident that upset you when you were pregnant, but now looking back makes you laugh.
 
Mama I am Promptless!!!
 
Oh my! My nightmare has come true. Prompts yes Inspiration No. I am museless, clueless.
What am I to do?
 
Girls’night out? Yes without a doubt the best at an old four hundred year old country bar, Commercial by name, but home just the same. Beer. music, dance, and maybe by chance, a cowboy.
 
Social media died? I cried. Or not. Then to the street corner, speaker’s corner to spread my message far and wide.
 
Summer camp? It was damp. And buggy and hot and a snake crawled out of our portipot.
 
Old and in trouble? Don’t break my bubble cause trouble and scolding just keeps molding.
 
Barefoot and hormonal? Oh Lord it’s just normal. Preggie and menopausal and all things between.
 
So Mama I fail you and I fail me. When I find that muse he is getting such a beating!
 

A Backwards 5 Minute Friday for Gypsy Mama

5 Minute Friday for The Gypsy Mama

5 Minutes on a sunny day!

Today’s 5 Minute Friday challenge is:

 Backwards

What does ‘Backwards’ bring to your mind?

 This could make for a very uncomfortable five minutes because nothing comes to mind except perhaps moving backwards from my goals, which I consistently do a lot.  I would count my life much more successful if I had always moved forward but then I might not have so many amusing tales to tell.  My life might have been made up of controlled chuckles rather than silly outrageous laughter had I stayed on course.  It is my backwardness that keeps my life interesting.

 Driving backwards comes to mind but I don’t do that well.  I can tell you that from experience with the odd crunch here and there.

 One step forward and two back comes to mind and thank goodness I love to dance because at least then I can make my life’s struggles look like an original dance staggering here and there to my own drummer.

 So now that I think of it…backwards isn’t so bad at all!  There are not enough ‘google maps’ in the world to keep me moving forward!

 Time’s up!

 

 

Post Wedding Posting

Apologies to my subscribers!

I so have to remember to use the preview button before hitting publish.

I was tempted to use the song below as an excuse but alas cannot..I have reposted my blog on the Books of the iPad and do again apologize ..oh my..

Thanks to the Celtic Lyrics Collection at Celtic-lyrics.com for the words below ..it coulda been a great excuse! Lyrics by Tom Paxton

Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.
Could have been three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in,
My head is like a football, I think I’m gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn’t that a party?
 
Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat,
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat,
They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin’ back,
Along about then everything went black,
But wasn’t that a party?
 
I’m sure it’s just my memory playin’ tricks on me,
But I think I saw my buddy cuttin’ down my neighbour’s tree,
 
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.
Could have been three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in,
My head is like a football, I think I’m gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn’t that a party?
 
Old Billy Joe and Tommy, well they went a little far,
They were sitting in my backyard blowing on the siren in somebody’s police car.
So you see, your honour,
It was all in fun,
That little bitty track meet down on main street,
Was just to see if the cops could run,
Well, they run us in to see you,
In an alcoholic haze,
I can sure use those thirty days to recover from the party.
 
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.
Could have been three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in,
My head is like a football, I think I’m gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn’t that a party?
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