Friday, I used the last of my potting soil to plant some wildflower seed mix in the large pot you see here. Friday evening, the skies opened up, the flood came down off my eave and directly into my pots and before I realized what was happening, there was this. Soil-less pots. How aggravating.
I also had these, which you may recognize from my last winter in North Carolina. I used them then to make emergency heaters when my furnace went out during the first of two ice storms. And you think Maryland weather is crazy.
So, I did what any reasonable person would do and walked to Walmart by way of my cousin’s new old digs. It had been my intent to welcome her back to the neighborhood, but she wasn’t even here yet. I only walked 9644 steps including dropping off the recycling, walking to the post box, stopping by her place, and the shopping, and coming back home. I thought for sure I would hit 10K, but no dice. I was all happy and planning how I could end my walking challenge, having successfully hit 10K two days in a row, but no. Nix, nein, nay. When I say I live close to everything, I mean…closer than even I thought.
I bought this stuff. Not the bike. I already had that. The soil and seeds. Also two more pairs of capri exercise pants. I had to walk in jean capris today because ALL my exercise pants were dirty. Yay me. Walking in denim isn’t so bad until it gets wet. And then it stays wet for quite a while. And while it is wet, it just grinds into your flesh in a miserable way that I am still experiencing at my waist line because I haven’t even changed yet.
Anyway, now I have this:
I guess it’s finally summer.
I’ve been wanting a good set of matching knives for quite a while. I told you I would be rewarding myself for my accomplishments this summer. I told you I had purchased my first reward. Here they are. The cleaver was not part of the set, but I needed one, so there it is.
I actually earned these on the 17th, but I wanted to get the kitchen re-organized before I opened them, and that happened yesterday. In fact, I used the paring knife to make dinner last night. That little thing will mince garlic and shallots just fine. P.S. I treated myself to a new knife sharpener as well. I’m cool like that.
And just so you know, I’ve already earned my second prize. It’s been in my cart at Amazon for a couple of days. I should probably go ahead and order it, don’t you think?
Last Thursday night, before the kids even left, I started tearing out my dining room. I worked on it Friday, spent Saturday, Sunday, and Monday elsewhere, then spent yesterday with the cousins and then in class. I was exhausted and hit the sheets before 9pm. This morning, I finished in here. As in, it’s done except for steam cleaning the carpet. I am well pleased.
And this afternoon, because the whole goal of the open shelving was to see what I have so I can use it, and because this one puzzle hangs two inches over it’s assigned space…. I’m going to put it together on my cleared table.
Also, in case you see this post and we aren’t Facebook friends…you need to read what I wrote there this morning:
Anger is a tertiary emotion. One of the elements is usually fear, which is a response to a threat of some kind. Now, if we as white society have learned to fear the “angry black man,” maybe we need to ask why he’s angry. What of his have we threatened? His life through race related crime? His pride through systemic discrimination? His family by rigging the economic system in such a way that he cannot earn enough money to support his children except by turning to crime?
I think somehow, we’ve become convinced that being politically correct means we don’t talk about race in “polite circles.” “Politically correct” has become a way for white people to pretend that race and sexuality and all those other differences among us don’t matter. We can pretend not-white is equal to white male heterosexual. Clearly it is not.
I’ve been challenged this week, as I have been challenged multiple times over my academic career. “What are you going to do about it?” And I think my answer is that I am done being politically correct if it means couching my opinions in language that ignores the effect of race on what I have to say.
I think, also, that I will remind myself and my white friends that while we may rant about the racial, sexual, and whatever else kind of violence happens in this country, we sit in a place of relative safety. Especially the heterosexual males among us.
Maybe, just possibly, people who are darker than us and people who are not male or not heterosexual aren’t overly sensitive and looking for discrimination where it doesn’t exist. Maybe it’s really there, everywhere, and we in our whiteness don’t see it because we perpetuate it with our own willful ignorance. We should probably be ashamed of that.