Monday, August 30, 2021

Weekending

It was a pleasant weekend in my neighborhood(s) (MD, NJ, and PA) and I hope it was in yours, too. I did mainly mundane chores like plenty of laundry and cleaning, but it's good to get them done. If only they stayed done!


There were interesting clouds in the gray and humid skies and that heralded plenty of rain. I really can't complain since we weren't in the middle of a hurricane. 

There were also a few moments without rain when I spied this monarch on one of the sunflowers in MD. The garden is winding down and many of the sunflowers have been picked apart by the goldfinches so I'm glad this monarch could find a good one. 

I hope your week ahead is a good one!



Friday, August 27, 2021

I Wish I Had Known ...

 ... that vegetables could taste like this! 


John has never grown acorn squash before, but Justin's girlfriend saved some seeds last year and asked him to plant some this year. He got tired of the vines taking over the garden and producing very little, so he picked all of them (five or six), dumped them in the kitchen, and went back out to tear the vines out of the garden.

I had planned on turning the oven on to do some chicken thighs anyway, so I searched "how to roast acorn squash". When almost every recipe said "add some butter, sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon, and put them in the oven for an hour", I decided I could do this. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy vegetables, but if they've got brown sugar and cinnamon on them, even better!


And they were good enough that I ate three acorn squash halves and no chicken. It tastes almost like pumpkin pie without the work of a pie. I've got three more squash to use, and I may even branch out and add cloves and nutmeg next time! 

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Poetry on Thursday

The world feels overly chaotic now, with rising covid numbers, politicians who won't take reasonable mask measures in their states (I'm referring to you, Mr. Ron DeSantis of FL), the real chaos that is going on in Afghanistan and the political fallout here, the massive earthquake in Haiti, and the everyday pain and suffering that many of us experience on a daily basis. Sometimes it's all too much. Meditation, prayers, and looking for the good can all help somewhat, but you know what else helps me? Poetry.


The Laughing Heart
by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

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Bukowski, Charles. The Laughing Heart. Santa Rosa, California: Black Sparrow Press, 1996.

You can read more about the poet here

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I wish you mindfulness, peace, good health, the recognition that you are marvelous, and poetry as the week winds down.

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Unraveled Wednesday

Even though I haven't knit much during the past two weeks, I'm joining Kat for Unraveled Wednesday. It's as much to spur myself on as it is to share my same old, same old knitting. Here's the Hitchhiker, looking much like it did a few weeks ago, except it's grown by a few teeth. 


My trusty turtle progress keeper is keeping track of any progress I make, and he's especially appropriate since it's at a turtle's pace. 

I'm picturing (possibly the right word might be imagining) going over to Ryan's house this weekend, relaxing on his recliner, with very few boxes to unpack, while Ryan prepares something delicious for dinner. I could get some knitting done, and it just might happen!

I have been able to do some reading. I finished Miss Buncle's Book and Miss Buncle Married after I switched to audiobook format so I could listen while I hoisted heavy furniture. I also read Wayward, an interesting novel about anger and feeling unmoored after the 2016 election, growing older, not being seen, breaking points, and Syracuse. I lived there for a decade in the 1980s so the descriptions of the city and its architecture spoke to me. 

The latest book that I read was unlike any other that I have read before. It's titled Personal Effects: What Recovering the Dead Teaches me About Living. Written by Robert A. Jensen, CEO and owner of Kenyon International Emergency Services, a  115-year-old disaster management company. I had no idea companies like this even existed, but they are an incredibly well-organized leader in crisis management planning and response. They provide mortuary services in mass casualty situations, including recovery, identification, and return of personal belongings. They have expanded to provide direct support to families by counseling, telephone inquiry centers and crisis communications. 

Mr. Jensen began his career in the Army and responded to the crash in Croatia that killed Commerce Secretary Ron Brown and others, and the Oklahoma City bombing.

Oklahoma City taught me an early and important lesson about large-scale catastrophes: Don't expect wisdom at the moment of death. Don't expect anyone to know where they're going or even what they're doing.

Later his company was involved with the bombing of UN headquarters in Baghdad, the September 11 attacks, the Indian Ocean tsunami, the earthquake in Haiti, Hurricane Katrina, and the Covid-19 pandemic. This book is not just a recitation of disasters and how he responded, but rather a careful recounting of the delicate procedures that Jensen and Kenyon have learned and perfected in dealing with multiple governments, local rules and customs, while maintaining respect and dignity for the victims and families. This book may not be for everyone, but it was educational, enlightening, and a valuable read for me.

One thing politicians, planners, and ordinary people need to remember is this: we don't control nearly as much as we think we do. Mass fatalities and crises expose that fact like nothing else. We have to learn to accept that fact in a way that we generally don't at the moment. But we also have more ability to respond than most of us realize. Don't fight the things you can't control. Focus on the things you can.

What are you making, reading, and focusing on this week?

 

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

For Want of a Phone Charger Cable ...

 ... a blog post was lost delayed.

I meant to write a post about moving on Monday, but somehow in my rush to pack things to return to MD, I managed to misplace my phone charger. I have duplicates of my Kindle, ipod, and laptop chargers in both NJ and MD, but only one phone cord that I've been carrying back and forth. I probably set it down somewhere in NJ, but that meant I couldn't charge my phone or download any photos. So no blog post happened on Monday.

I ordered a pack of two of them from Amazon and like Amazon does so well, they were delivered today. Now my phone is charged and I've got pictures. 

My view on Friday as I had to "guard" the storage unit when we couldn't get the door closed.

Hot, humid, and sweaty, but sitting is easier than carrying heavy furniture. 

Who bought this very heavy wood furniture? It took two of us just to carry the headboard.


The dining room table is put together. 

We're gradually getting there.

The world's heaviest bed has been carried in and assembled. 

It almost looks like home.

There are still curtains to buy and hang, lamps to buy, and a million little things for Ryan to do, but he's all moved in. (Next time, he's on his own!) 

Monday, August 16, 2021

Moving Week!

It's finally moving week - time to move Ryan's stuff into his new house. Our plan is to head over there this morning, rent a carpet cleaner, and clean all the carpeting upstairs (the previous owners had two dogs and two cats). We'll see how long that takes, and then begin cleaning the floors downstairs along with everything else that needs it.


After those things are accomplished, we'll start bringing over the boxes from the storage unit. It's only five minutes away from the house, but there are 28 boxes and some other assorted bits, so it may take us a while. We'll unpack what we can (maybe the kitchen?) and possibly bring over some of the smaller furniture (end tables, lamps, etc.). 


We might paint the red wall in the living room, but we'll see. Next weekend (the 21st and 22nd) we've got family members with two trucks and lots of muscle to help move the furniture. Ryan may be sleeping there by the 23rd!

I will be busy cleaning, moving, and unpacking, so I won't be posting here for the rest of this week. I may post a few photos on instagram (I'm @readknit if you want to take a look) and I hope to be back here on the 23rd. I hope you all have a great week ahead!

Friday, August 13, 2021

Just a Little Silly

There was an interesting conversation at our house last weekend, and it's made me smile all week whenever I thought about it. 

Justin was talking about weed-whacking at Einstein's house, and Ryan thought he was using "Einstein" in a sarcastic way, that he was weed-whacking for some guy who wasn't too bright. It might help to understand that Justin works on the groundskeeping crew at The Institute for Advanced Study. It's "an independent center for theoretical research and intellectual inquiry. It has served as the academic home of internationally preeminent scholars, including J. Robert Oppenheimer and, Albert EinsteinHermann WeylJohn von Neumann, and Kurt Gödel, after they immigrated to the United States." Since its founding in 1930, it has served as one of the "few institutions in the world where the pursuit of knowledge for its own sake is the ultimate raison d'être. Speculative research, the kind that is fundamental to the advancement of human understanding of the world of nature and of humanity, is not a product that can be made to order. Rather, like artistic creativity, it benefits from a special environment."

The campus at IAS comprises more than 600 acres and many buildings. One of those buildings is Einstein's house at 112 Mercer Street in Princeton. It's a private residence now, but since IAS owns it, Justin really was weed-whacking at Einstein's house. Ryan was astounded by this (as I am a little bit also) once he understood that there was no sarcasm involved. This led to a long conversation between the three of us about Einstein, and we started to look things up when we ran out of facts that we knew off hand. That led us to this extraordinary photo:

Yes, that's Einstein on the porch of that same house wearing fuzzy slippers. It's real, not photoshopped, and the original photo is owned by the Historical Society of Princeton. Ryan and Justin were immediately taken with this picture, exclaiming that they needed t-shirts with the photo on them. "How great would it be to weed-whack at Einstein's house while wearing a T-shirt with his fuzzy slipper picture?!" 

I'll admit that I'm also quite taken with this photo, that a man of Einstein's intellectual ability didn't take himself too seriously and had his picture taken with his fuzzy slippers on. I wasn't aware that a photo like this existed, but now it seems important for me to let everyone know about it. And to get Ryan and Justin t-shirts with the fuzzy slipper photo on them (and maybe one for myself, too).