From what I have been told the Irish Quakers who settled in Pennsylvania came largely from people who settled in the Ulster Plantion, and the majority of them came over during the famine in 1729. I think.

I made an online i Ching caster.

The squirrels around here revere the groundhog as a god. One of them was digging away at the grave of the groundhog I buried the other morning. It was during the noreaster. I was sweaty and had to toss off the LL Bean raincoat, whose repelled yet still clinging water picked up a tattoo of dirt. Maybe it was from the grave being dug, maybe it was just part of the yard, but either way, it was windy and wet, and obviously everything was sodden... there were no bright colors I guess is what I am trying to say, not even the yellow raincoat. I probably shouldn't mention this here, because it might break with the oh so important flow of things, but I still have the tag on that raincoat. I can return it if I want to. Maybe had it for four years now, can't remember to be honest. It's hard to remember because it does not rain that often, and certainly not like the noreaster which is a once every couple of years kind of thing. Well, in my experience. But, yes, everything was water-logged and shadowed from the sun. Was happy when the body fell into the hole without any trouble. Whilst digging I worried about having to shimy the corpse. More than ten seconds of that would probably give me PTSD, or in the very least ptsd. Or, pts. Or just s. No, he flopped right in there like he was ordained to do so. Afterward I piled on dirt and then some stones. Wasn't enough though, the squirrel seemed to know he was down there. Not sure what the point was. It's not like he was wearing a golden amulet. Unless of course, there is something about the groundhog itself to the squirrel, which is sacred and holy.