Month: October 2018

I vacillated for most of Saturday but made it to Cape Abilities Farm to pick tomatoes.

Brought back 13 pounds for salad and sauce and a box of cherry tomatoes that are out of this world.

Picked up trash early enough at Edgewater to see James and chat with Peter.

Ron has been in bed most of the day; intestinal distress. Set up the heating pad for his feet. Occurred to me that if he had circulatory problems, his feet would be swollen. Wonder if something else is going on.

It was after noon, so got a scone at Coonamessett Farm to tide me over.

Checked in with Cathy and Cindy.  Cathy’s having another eye surgery this week.

Stopped at Pariah Dog farm stand; too many people, never again. Did get some beautiful romaine and a gorgeous bunch of dill from a house on Gifford. Went to Walmart for a prescription and some household items.

Finally, stopped off at Windfall for cheesecake for Ron, his one request from his bed of pain, kale and delicata squash.

I crammed myself with part of a Milky Way and handfuls of corn chips last evening and had serious GERD.  Stupid.

Bought Mega Millions tix.  No one won; it’s up to $1.6 BILLION.

Rain this morning.  Ron was SMART to mow yesterday.

Made a big veg stew yesterday.

I am so very happy to have a comfortable place to work, read and be private.

Cold last night, but an exceptional day today.  Sat with Ron for a while on the deck while we enjoyed cider and an apple from the CapeAbilities Farm.

Finished mulching the butterfly bush garden.  Tossed the small bee balm seeds and a handful of soil in the oval.  Sifted through the dug out sod from yesterday and put that in the gardens.

Softneck garlic has sprouted.

Frost warning tonight.  Harvested green tomatoes; put Agribon on the Romas and cherries with clothespins.

 

Finished weeding the area in and around the butterfly bushes in preparation for mulch.

Planted John’s plant shares: Rose of Sharon and hostas here; lilies in the grass garden at Edgewater.  Six pots in all.  He was very generous with soil!

Also planted the little asters in the grass garden and did some weeding there and in the front garden.

Sterilized the pot, re-potted, sprayed with spinosad and brought in Ron’s geranium.  Had been a little wilted but looks better tonight.

White wash to use up the bleach water I used to clean the geranium pot.

We brought up a big box for Ron to sort through:  “good stuff”.

Finished mulching the corner garden.

Paid bills.

Made oatmeal, cauliflower rice and matzo ball soup.

Started weeding the butterfly bush garden.

Eating uncontrollably.

Ron skipped swimming, went to Beltone.

He won a geranium from the Senior Center!  I dug it up, will pot it tomorrow.

What they mean by PC seems, in this study, to be the fear of being “called out” for saying the wrong thing, usually around race and gender.

…The policing of speech under threat of social ostracism is never fun. It constrains speech, it sees evil where there often isn’t any, it conflates mistakes with malice, and it exacerbates racial tension, rather than alleviating it.

So who on earth favors it? It’s not loved by racial minorities. Hispanics oppose PC by 87 percent; African-Americans by 75 percent. But it does correlate with class and education and whiteness: “Progressive activists are much more likely to be rich, highly educated — and white. They are nearly twice as likely as the average to make more than $100,000 a year. They are nearly three times as likely to have a postgraduate degree. And while 12 percent of the overall sample in the study is African American, only 3 percent of progressive activists are.

With the exception of the small tribe of devoted conservatives, progressive activists are the most racially homogeneous group in the country.”

One might be forgiven for thinking that “wokeness” is, in fact, a mere virtue signal among the white upper classes in their own struggle for power and influence among themselves. Imagine that.

http://nymag.com/intelligencer/2018/10/andrew-sullivan-the-danger-of-trumps-accomplishments.html

Picked up donated plants yesterday: lilies, etc.

On Saturday, it poured in the morning.  Saw Emma at S&S;  heard part of a presentation by Mashpee Elder Amelia Bingham at the library; finished mulching around the dogwood;  picked up a loaf of Janet’s Finnish bread; brought cardboard to the transfer station.

Nice chat with Peter on Sunday for trash run; I like getting there early enough that we can visit for a bit.

Got used bread and bagels at senior center this morning.

Submitted a comment to the National Park Service’s proposed regulation on restricting use and charging a fee for DC demonstrations and events.

Made spaghetti sauce for eggplant parm with used eggplant, baked with hemp seeds instead of crumbs.  Made giant oatmeal cookies from some oatmeal with a year-old “use by” date.  Made nut and zucchini burgers using the recipe from Crazy Burgers in Narragansett.  All turned out very nicely.

Ron freaked out because he ran out of one of his meds.  Again.

Checked out books on Wampanoag history from the library.

We gave up on Town Meeting when we couldn’t find a place to park.  600 or so voters showed up.  Delighted that the ban on pot shops was soundly defeated!

We had a good four inches of rain since yesterday.  Washed away the grass seed; trying again.

Brought a pizza to the gang at iCape and a veg one for us.  Could have eaten ours by myself.

Ron got one of his work lights installed!

I did a small amount of garden cleanup and put a pile of cardboard boxes in the truck.