In June, I saw a woman who I like very much. We see each other about once or twice a year at events. I can’t call her a regular chum, but she’s certainly not just an acquaintance. I’ll settle on ally.Read More
Self-portrait in the bathroom, December 30, 2018.
Spent the day with family. Two babies. Beren played with my cousins and then turned his attention to these little creatures, six and fourteen months. They were attentive to his leaping, running, and goofing. My six month old niece’s legs and arms went taut with excitement as she watched him. He encouraged my cousin’s fourteen month old, “Try to get me!” in a high pitched voice, coming closer as he gauged her ability to catch him.
In preparation, we read a book about babies. “I don’t play with babies,” he said. “Babies are weird.” “They certainly are different than big kids,” I said.
I was really warmed to see the way he interacted, finding ways to have fun with them and considering their abilities. I was reminded of a favorite book, Free to Learn by Peter Gray who discusses how mixed aged groups of children are so important and are often self-regulating. Beautiful and true.
Is it in the air? The water? The planets' alignment? Who knows, but I have been having meaningful and real communication with people.
I took a break. It felt good. We went on a trip. It was good. The days before leaving were hell. Preparing packing battening down the hatches of a native plant nursery and other self-employment related items. Hell. Hellish.Read More
This time of year is a bit, just a little bit, like having, hmm, maybe a 4 month old baby or maybe a year old baby (Oh, just caught a typo...I wrote "a year old 'bear'. Wonder what that would be like.).Read More
Jared will catch me picking at my nails and give me a look. "I'm not stressing out, I'm picking the dirt from under my nails," I tell him. "Ok," he says.
I'll give him a dirty look next time he picks his nails. "My hands are really dried out now. Lots of hangnails," he tells me. "Ok," I say.Read More
I fixed the BCS. YEAH! I am resisting putting fixed in "". It was an easy fix, dang it I fixed it! One of the connections to the battery contacts was corroded. I scraped it down with a razor, and had empathy for my dental hygienist.Read More
Family business. The day can start sour or sweet.
Sour. Yesterday. Witness:
Dispute about where the precious beach plum (Prunus maritima) seedlings should go. Their needs include some sun, moderate moisture, and protection from the cold. They are sown in potting medium in two heavy-duty black plastic flats about 12" by 16".Read More
So, an introductory story, I had nothing. I usually turn an upcoming talk's topic over in my head again and again. I think of related stories and experiences. I think about painting images of places, of people, of plants, because my talks are about wild plants and people.Read More