I spent the day doing housewifely stuff for the most part. I did take a walk and it was as humid and horrid and unpleasant as ever but it didn't seem to lay me out as badly as the other ones I've taken lately. No idea why.
I opened a jar of green beans I pickled yesterday. It was one of the jars with the cut trimmings in it and they're pretty okay. No one's going to demand I start selling them in bulk. But they're fit to eat.
I've swept some (and honestly, I'm thinking of getting in touch with an exorcist about the amount of dust that collects in our bedroom in a week because it seems highly unnatural and I suspect demonic forces) and washed the sheets because it's Friday and one must delineate the days of the week somehow. To be honest, I've spent a lot of time online reading about the horrors that are occurring daily in our country. I am incredibly relieved that the cop who killed George Floyd has been arrested on a murder charge although the charge was third degree, and not first or second. It's never going to be enough. Here in Tallahassee a transgendered black man was gunned down by police two days ago and although the circumstances were different, if he'd been white they would somehow have managed to take him alive instead of just going at him, guns blazing.
Shot in the back.
Remember Dylan Roof?
Anyway, what can I add to the general conversation?
Not one damn thing.
If you're reading here and you're not outraged and if you don't understand why people are rioting then you're probably not in the right place.
No. You're definitely not in the right place.
I have so much to say about this that I wouldn't even know where to begin. Maybe I'll try tomorrow.
Or maybe I'll just shut my white girl mouth and do what I've been doing my whole life which is just to treat everyone with respect and kindness and to call out racism when I see it. See? Even that sounds so fucking entitled.
Well, let's not deny the fact that I am.
When Mr. Moon got home he handed me that magnolia blossom you see above. You have no idea how amazing it smells unless you are personally acquainted with the blossoms. I love the way the light shines through the thick petals. I am grateful to live in a place where these flowers abound this time of year. And even when they aren't blooming, the glossy, waxy leaves are things of beauty to behold.
He brought me a flower. I baked him a pie.
It's actually a cross between a pie and a cobbler. The topping is made of oats and almonds, sugar and butter. There are blueberries, blackberries, cherries, and apples in the filling.
And as for delineating the days of the week, we know that martinis may be involved.
He made the martinis, I made and shish-kabobed the pickled green bean tidbits.
We work well together, Mr. Moon and I.
Happy Friday, y'all. Or, you know- whatever passes for happy these days. The bar seems to be set lower and lower but then again, our ability to appreciate that which is good increases daily.
Your post made me smile, and I've been feeling miserable all day, so thank you.ReplyDelete
My work here is done. Love you, woman.Delete
I really want to say that the way you move through the world, the example you set in the way you live your life, your active questioning, the way you raised your children, you tender profane heart, all of it helps moderate the flaming world. Cool healing water on the flames. Just keep doing you, being you. There are many ways to fight hate. I love you.ReplyDelete
And I love you so much.Delete
Have a sweet night.ReplyDelete
Clean sheets, a cuddly cat, my sweetheart next to me. It was sweet.Delete
I live reading your narratives. I think you're part of the solution. You definitely help this reader.ReplyDelete
Oh, Boud! Thank you.Delete
it's just so exhausting. one hammer blow after another. it's a good thing we have things like magnolia blossoms amd martinis.ReplyDelete
And ain't that the truth?Delete
Oh, THAT sounds like a good idea -- the pickled beans in a martini!ReplyDelete
I agree about the rioting. As I've been saying lately, I feel like rioting myself sometimes.
I didn't hear about the Tallahassee shooting. Seems like that would be getting more airtime given what else is happening around the country. Or maybe it is and we're just not seeing it here in Europe.
Well, in this case it was pretty clear that the man had indeed stabbed someone to death but still- like I said- if it had been a white man, they would have most likely taken him alive.Delete
The magnolia and it's heavenly scent is one of the many things I miss about the South! I am so upset about the level of racism we are still seeing and it makes me sick that this administration has all but encouraged it. I can't say any more or I won't stop.ReplyDelete
There's so much about the south I would miss if I moved. I don't think I can ever do it.Delete
We all have a lot to say, don't we? But sometimes we can't find all the words to put down in a coherent fashion. And yes, they are probably endless.
Yes, our ability to appreciate that which is good increases daily. So much else is fucked up I have no adequate words. I only had a Martini once and didn't like it, thought it was so fancy I had to have one in this lifetime, I got very drunk since I'm not a drinker... the best part was the Olive.ReplyDelete
Well, I'd say that it's best for you not to drink any more martinis. But enjoy all the olives you want!Delete
What a fantastic cake! given me some ideas. I put some grated carrot in a banana loaf today. It was great! Your last paragraph resonated. Your blog keeps resonating with me. That paragraph is so exactly true.ReplyDelete