I am trying to heal from the neuro-gulleys and trenches that my brain made when Roscivs was sick and dying, and after he died: I would — without prompting — think "a year ago today he wasn't even sick ... and look at me now" or "two years ago we were eating out at foobar ... and look at me now".
You might think that this would be comforting. No. It is depressing. When this happens, I suffer, even more than I already was suffering.
It is comforting to me to remind myself that Roscivs was a person who lived wholly in the present and a person who believed comparison is the cause of almost all suffering.
But sometimes looking back is nice. When I am just remembering — not comparing, not despairing.
Today I looked back using Goodreads.
100 books ago I was in Texas, visiting my dear sister Mona and her nuclear family — a husband and two children, my niece and nephew. My nephew turned 5 while I was there. We read the "llama llama" books. It was a sweet time.
13 June 2013
11 June 2013
Returning and Reporting: Dentition Edition
So, if you remember (and at least one of you does, which I know because she prompted a follow-up) I have my unusual, new toothcare protocol and wanted to see what the dentist thought about my oral health. Here is the follow-up: At my recent appointment I asked the dentist how my teeth and gums are looking. He said "very good".
In my experience, that is almost as effusive as a dentist can get. I am satisfied.
Nevertheless, I have altered my regimen somewhat: I bought some xylitol (plain) and I use it ~every other night. Sheesh that stuff is sweet! :P Like, Lisa Frank sweet. x_x
09 June 2013
artifulchoke
I found out what to do with my "baby" artichokes! (The artichokes we received in our CSA were very small. I thought they were just harvested small, but no. It's like how really short adults aren't children.)
I cut them up with this as my guide, and I then sauteed them in white wine vinegar, salt, and ghee. They were quite tasty! I want more of them!
In other news, I actually went to church with Jobabhatron today because the issue from the pulpit was based around Emily Dickinson. I really, really, really love Emily Dickinson.
I cut them up with this as my guide, and I then sauteed them in white wine vinegar, salt, and ghee. They were quite tasty! I want more of them!
In other news, I actually went to church with Jobabhatron today because the issue from the pulpit was based around Emily Dickinson. I really, really, really love Emily Dickinson.
07 June 2013
Pix for Pax
The other day, while Brn and I were walking to get water from the artesian well, we were (rudely, to my mind) visually accosted by the anti-abortionist activists squatting outside of Planned Parenthood.
We often take a route to the well that does not go by PP, but when we go to the library on the way to the well (which we regularly, though not usually, do) our route takes us in front of the PP building downtown. On most days there are no protestors out front, but on weekends without rain, there may well be protestors.
The protestors have the usual things: signs, scriptural admonishments, and — more than I have ever seen before — grisly pictures.
I complained (not for the first time) about their methods: it's in-your-face, fearmongering antagonism. What good could it do? I pointed out that even people who also are against abortion would think it was awful. There was a picture of a fetus and the tag line about throwing it in a garbage. I gave an example of someone I know who miscarried and was deeply distraught over disposing of the fetus.
On our way home, Brn said that there is much in this world that is despicable and hidden. War, for example. Americans and war. We're a nation of destruction and violence, and this is hidden, and it would be better were it not. He would not want someone to object to someone posting pictures of war because they are offensive — war is offensive, and by hiding it America decays in denial.
If someone is dissuaded from war (or, in analog, abortion) because they are shown what it is like, is that bad?
So he came out in favor of the protestors' use of the horrible pictures. Maybe it offends everyone because it is offensive.
I must say, I feel different about the whole thing now.
(Adjunct: cf the photojournalism series "We're Still At War" at Mother Jones)
We often take a route to the well that does not go by PP, but when we go to the library on the way to the well (which we regularly, though not usually, do) our route takes us in front of the PP building downtown. On most days there are no protestors out front, but on weekends without rain, there may well be protestors.
The protestors have the usual things: signs, scriptural admonishments, and — more than I have ever seen before — grisly pictures.
I complained (not for the first time) about their methods: it's in-your-face, fearmongering antagonism. What good could it do? I pointed out that even people who also are against abortion would think it was awful. There was a picture of a fetus and the tag line about throwing it in a garbage. I gave an example of someone I know who miscarried and was deeply distraught over disposing of the fetus.
On our way home, Brn said that there is much in this world that is despicable and hidden. War, for example. Americans and war. We're a nation of destruction and violence, and this is hidden, and it would be better were it not. He would not want someone to object to someone posting pictures of war because they are offensive — war is offensive, and by hiding it America decays in denial.
If someone is dissuaded from war (or, in analog, abortion) because they are shown what it is like, is that bad?
So he came out in favor of the protestors' use of the horrible pictures. Maybe it offends everyone because it is offensive.
I must say, I feel different about the whole thing now.
(Adjunct: cf the photojournalism series "We're Still At War" at Mother Jones)
04 June 2013
This Week's Box
Mmmmm. 13.5 pounds of vegetables.
The season is starting to turn. I can tell from the produce. It now qualifies as "late spring / early summer". No more shungiku ... and the first of the season's garlic scapes, broccoli, and garlic.
I have no idea what to do with the artichokes. They are tiny! Maybe I'll pickle their hearts.
It takes me a long time to take care of the box (metonymously speaking). Bjorn and I walk to get the box (30 minutes = there and back). Then I care for the veggies as necessary (wipe, dry, partition, etc.) before I store them ... that takes at least an hour.
Our fridge is 3/4 full of vegetables; meat, fruit, nuts, and leftovers are relegated to the corners.
Listed pseudo-randomly:
♣ broccoli (ours looks purple compared to the stuff in the store) • snow peas • beet greens (with tiny tiny root beets — these are beets that are being thinned out) • mizuna • garlic scapes • spinach • red mustard greens • arugula • garlic (fresh) • artichokes • salad turnips • bok choy • turnip greens • lettuce • carrots • scallions • chard • beets (with greens) • kale
The season is starting to turn. I can tell from the produce. It now qualifies as "late spring / early summer". No more shungiku ... and the first of the season's garlic scapes, broccoli, and garlic.
I have no idea what to do with the artichokes. They are tiny! Maybe I'll pickle their hearts.
It takes me a long time to take care of the box (metonymously speaking). Bjorn and I walk to get the box (30 minutes = there and back). Then I care for the veggies as necessary (wipe, dry, partition, etc.) before I store them ... that takes at least an hour.
Our fridge is 3/4 full of vegetables; meat, fruit, nuts, and leftovers are relegated to the corners.
Listed pseudo-randomly:
♣ broccoli (ours looks purple compared to the stuff in the store) • snow peas • beet greens (with tiny tiny root beets — these are beets that are being thinned out) • mizuna • garlic scapes • spinach • red mustard greens • arugula • garlic (fresh) • artichokes • salad turnips • bok choy • turnip greens • lettuce • carrots • scallions • chard • beets (with greens) • kale
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