Saturday, April 29, 2017

Plot

I was warned the mint would take over. So has the lemon balm, and the catnip is establishing itself.



Given the ivy and weeds, I accept this.

Poppies and tall grasses welcome.



Golden Celebration rose looking promising. Really, it is.


Lambs tongue, bergamot and catnip.


Allium blooming.Prickly pear.



Verge, with wheat and rye grasses. Weeds at bay.



My little bit of ground, that I am responsible for.

Vocabulary

Learning more exact meanings of so many words this year, as well as new ones, and appreciating others already known. Emoluments, inditement, subpoena, arrests, kompromat. The WP crosswords have been doing a subtle attack on the corruption and crimes. (I had to stop doing the paper* at work, since they kept using a particular 5 letter name that turns my stomach.) Dictionary with twitter account has been pushing appropriate vocabulary, like Kleptocracy and gaslighting.

Dreamed I was taking a bus to a voting place to register, and the bus driver ignored the stop request until seven stops later and much shouting. I was walking back along a road without sidewalks in the dark. Woke angry and frustrated. Tried to sleep, but everything I tried to think about failed to sooth or distract. Wound up just getting up around 0430, fed Moby, started fresh batch of catsoup.

Going to the Climate march this afternoon.

One day soon, I hope to start writing here regularly. Once I can get my mind to settle and digest.

I suspect I've always done this, needing only short bursts when I am going through rattled times, only able to think thoroughly once the storms are over. Even I can tell my words are disjointed, not what I mean. Reflective of my thoughts, though.

Oh, and I know a bit about the foot issue of a certain pertinent national figure. Nothing that isn't in the public eye, thankfully. So I have no temptation to break HPPA. The surgeon I worked with yesterday got the page from the Name, and I admitted curiosity, added immediately that I would not ask, ever. He did not respond, as is appropriate. At least I know he won't be my problem.

My theory? Immense stress shows up in the body. And there are those who will additionally self harm. Stories coming through the noise, that there is real movement toward ending this coup. I dare not hope, but I watch with less fear.

It ain't over til it's over.

Photos later of the garden.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Rejoice

Planted the Golden Celebration rose last week. It's already going green, with a reddish shoot. Well, with all this rain.

Yes, it has been raining this month. Day after day, pouring down. Rain barrels out catching it. This is great. Garden very green. Still early, no idea how the summer will grow. Mostly clump grass so far, weedy stuff, I try to thin it out every year. Even mowed it, in patches of course. Since I don't really have mowable patches. The verge is mostly the rye grass I put down last fall. Keeping the weeds down, anyway. Plucking up what weeds I can. Constant vigilance. Wheat grass is tall and provides a dark green texture.


Bergamot returning, first the wild stuff, the less wild ones only emerging today.

Hard to keep hoping, these days. But the buds return, and I rejoice.

Determining the wild flower cotyledons from the weed and tree seedlings continues to be daunting. Sometimes, I just have to wait for them to declare themselves.

Still, green arrives. And I rejoice.

Soon, perhaps, there will be more reasons to rejoice.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Scientist



No idea which marches these came from, but they are my favorites.


Heard of one chant from a rained on march, "We're nerds/We're wet/We're very, very upset!"


Saturday, April 22, 2017

Science!




Tired and happy.

Steamy

Historic volumes of rain here this month. And the garden is green and muddy. I got out and turned the compost this morning, and it was finally hot and steaming in the middle, recreating nicely. Which seemed an apt metaphor.

Out of the most reviled and repellant stuff comes the most fertile soil, the best tasting food, the loveliest flowers. Out of our current troubles arise potent voices for justice and truth.

Took Moby out, but Spike & Mike spooked him. After they passed by, I picked up Moby and put him, complaining, into a patch of long grass. He hrumphed, but stayed, ate grass, sat, horked, then I brought him in. He's definitely got some vision issues, making him timid outside, much as he still wants to go out, still enjoys it once settled.



Got my Golden Celebration roses! Planted Wednesday. Not much to look at right now, of course. Covered by straw, a few sticks in the mud.



This afternoon, I march For SCIENCE! with a chemical engineer, me in my OR scrubs, to shout for honest data, transparency, truth. Along with a host of others. Taking to the streets is a long used, and often effective way to be heard by those who would prefer not to. Has worked against tyrants before, not 100%, but then it's often a matter of dosage. The world is changing, and the dam(n)s try to stop it, steal, cheat and deny. Because the world will change anyway.

Our game group played last night. Julie of our Solar panels brought us a sprig of rosemary from her garden, she was driving by. Cats were social. All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Abort

So.

Abortion.

Well, for one, I see it as a medical issue. If a woman needs to end a pregnancy, for mental, physical or emotional reasons, that needs to be between her and her doctor.

For those who have a religious affiliation, then their church can tell them, and they can believe, that their soul is condemned if they terminate a pregnancy.

But as for the law, there should be no distinction between an abortion and a justified homicide, self defense. A desperate woman will have an abortion, however unsafe, at the expense of her life if need be. Better yet, as a purely medical issue, the law no more involved than in prevention of conception. I thought we'd resolved this issue years ago.

The law has reason to rate reasons to kill. Self defense, justifiable homicide, manslaughter, murder outright is rated by severity. Soldiers are fine killing enemies. But war crimes are different. Why aren't abortions?

Humans kill animals, and each other, but we try to regulate this. Like we condemn killing our dogs, but sometimes we have whole agencies to kill dogs who are a danger, unwanted, unneeded. As we kill criminals who are dangerous murderers.

Thou shalt not kill is nice and clear, but in practice, it all gets a bit murky.

Pregnancy termination is a hot button. It's wrapped up in racism, the extremists wanting to control women's bodies. In my one seriously close call with a perhaps pregnancy, I was honestly torn. I don't know if I could have ended the pregnancy, if it turned out to be that, or if I would have done anything necessary to abort it. Never an easy choice. But it became a moot point, and I was never sure.

I have assisted in D&Es, seen the body parts. And felt... nothing really. A little sad for the woman. But this was not a viable human being, more like an anatomy specimen. Until a baby has taken it's first breath, it is a saprophyte. A leech. The woman may or may not feel it has a separate life, but that is her view, which is sacrosanct.

The law needs to step in when a pregnant woman is murdered, or her fetus is sliced out of her, more than if she was a single life taken. But if that same woman's life is threatened by the fetus, and she has it extracted to save herself, that is also just. A life here is more important than a potential life.

We tend to see babies as innocent and needing care, rightfully so. But until they are born, they have no independent life. They really don't. And a woman who abuses her own body with a fetus growing inside, is dangerously reckless - no question, but the law has no place interfering. It is still her body. To compel her is to remove her rights to her own body.

And once babies are born? Then we must step in to make sure they are given a stable home and healthy home, and necessary care. That needs to be part of any abortion debate. It's simply not ok to force pregnancy then abandon the child. Starve the child? Let the child be beaten, or molested? Until we make sure every child is loved, then simply preserving life is antithetical.

And better health care, birth control, maternal care, social support, for mothers and children, means many fewer abortions. Mostly, then, for compelling medically necessary reasons. Making a woman carry the child of rape, then giving the rapist paternal rights, is off the scale insane. Or incest. Sheesh. Letting a child live in an abusive family, or neglectful, or in dire poverty, is no blessing. It's cruel. Women get trapped. Men get trapped. Give them a dignified way out, without having to worry about vulnerable children.

As a late child, who experienced pervasive emotional abuse, I to this day wish my mother had aborted me. I eventually found a way to a good life, love, fulfillment, but if I could have never existed rather than gone through my childhood, I would. No question.

As a potentially dead fetus, I am completely pro abortion. And Pro birth control.

As a soul awaiting reincarnation, I wish I could have waited a better family.

Still, glad I found my Dylan and cats.

Sunday, April 09, 2017

Nopales

Today, writing postcards to my stubborn representatives.



And other prickly things. Nopales from the El Rancho market. Planted one, going to cook the other. Had to research how to prepare it. Got a spine in a webspace of my fingers, got it out as well. Not at all sure it's the correct variety for growing in this climate, but a cheap experiment. Since I haven't been able to find the right one, yet. Still looking.

Also chile rellenos! Gorgeous anaheim peppers. Very busy place, I felt so relaxed surrounded by people not paler than myself, speaking other languages. I grew up in such a neighborhood, went to school in such a school. Then Boston was a constant exposure to unfamiliar words and foods and aromas, which fills me with joy. Salt Lake is fine, but you have to go looking for the interesting corners.

Cat enjoying his garden. Grasses all green. Bergamot returning in force, as well as the green onions.



Cats have a solid living arrangement. Sometimes they ignore each other, sometimes they hang out, sometimes they wrestle and argue. Seems to provide both of them with something they wouldn't otherwise have.

Differences are good.



Saturday, April 01, 2017

Mountains

Met with an EAP therapist on Wednesday. Not info dense, but a bit of pressure right where needed. She recognized me, and I remembered immediately that she was the one who spotted me as being PTSD, got me to the right therapist, doing EMDR treatment. She got to hear how well that worked out, which helped me as well. She asked me about my rage, and suggested that it was MINE, to do with as I thought best, mine.

Oh.

Not my father's rage that I was stuck with. This was my energy. This was my ocean wave, that could hold me up, push me further. I did not need to misuse it as he had. I could claim it as mine own, and use it as I wished.

Oh.

She'd put her thumb on it again.

I'd needed a small course correction, but it had to be the right finesse, could so easily have thrown me off in the wrong direction. She was the right one, again.

That I could tell her that she'd been right meant as much to me as to her. That someone finally pinpointed the right diagnosis, after decades of the wrong ones, meant I got the treatment I needed. Been doing so much better ever since. That the current political situation triggers me is coincidence. At least I'm in a place of strength to deal with it. But I am a little hypervigilant. The wave of "potential rage" now experienced as, MINE OWN ENERGY, can be soothing and powerful, rather than irritating and infuriating.

Wave upon wave. Wearing away mountains.

Working in the front garden today. Forgot how nice it is to have people walking by, saying hello, greeting dogs.

Played with chalk. Poppies are looking healthy.