It has been forever

I have been gone so long from this blog.

It has continued to exist but other things were more important such as being with family, running for a public office, and working to save democracy from others who would take away our right to vote, live freely, love freely, and be safe.

In that regard, I have tried to read more books about other groups of people — seeking out other marginalized voices.

Here is a case in point. I just finished Joseph M. Marshall, III’s book called The Journey of Crazy Horse: A Lakota History.

He based his book on not just written sources but the oral traditions of Lakota elders who told the stories about Crazy Horse by their elders.

Marshall grew up speaking Lakota and living Lakota traditions and so the book teaches the reader not just about this humble leader but also about the Lakota way of life.

P.S. If you go back to the next most recent post, I wrote it in July of 2020. The big dog, Merlin, died in October of 2020. A much-loved and dear part of my life. We still have the little beagle who is our daughter’s dog. Merlin was my dog.

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What kind of fortunes do dogs get?

When we get Chinese take-out, we always have several fortune cookies which go uneaten by humans.

But our dogs love them.

They love the crackle of the cellophane wraps. They love the snap when the cookies are broken. Then they love to hear their fortune read to them.

For example, today they are quite eager to hear:

Dogs are definitely happy with who they are.

Dogs are also happy with small gifts!

Now if only humans could be just like dogs!

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Blooming today in the garden

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Spring in the time of COVID-19

img_5297Spring has come quite early to eastern Pennslyvania. Daffodils are already blooming. Tulips are coming up (unfortunately our beagle thinks he is a goat and eats the emerging shoots). Snowdrops have finished blooming — that happened in late January. Raspberry canes are budding as are lilacs, hydrangea, azaleas. I have seen cherry trees blooming and even some magnolias opening up their flowers.

Last weekend, I cleaned out the garden and distributed a bag of mushroom compost on a section. Then I planted shallots bulbs, beet seeds, and lettuce seeds. It is much too early to be planting anything. But there we have it.

It is hard to believe that with all the flowers coming up that we are in this very scary time when neighbors stand six feet or more away. When they cross the street so we don’t brush by each other on the sidewalk. When students are not in school. When proms and graduations are canceled.

The students are particularly stunned. My high school students disbelieve this new reality.

They ask me when we will be back in class together discussing books like Frankenstein and Song of Solomon.

They ask me if we will have school after spring break.

I just shake my head and shrug.

 

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Never knit one sock and then wait 2 years to knit the second sock

img_5136.jpgThis I learned with much frustration, frogging, and reknitting.

This pair of socks was started at least two years ago. Starter Husband chose the yarn from the stash requesting a tighter sock leg so the socks would not slip down his calves. I tried. but it turned out that meant the sock was too tight at the ankle for him to put it on.

The other issue was that I realized there was not enough yarn to knit both socks in one color so that the toe of each sock would have to be in a different yarn.  Argh!

So I put the first sock aside unfinished.

Fast forward 2 years. Looking for a project to, I saw the unfinished sock and decided to try it on. It fit pretty well. Why not finish it and wear it myself. So I did.

img_5091Then on our 10 hour drive to Cincinnati, I cast on the second sock and knit happily until I compared it to the first sock. My gauge had changed and the second sock was much larger. And I noticed that the column of ribbing was not made with slipped knit stitches every other row but with twisted knit stitches every row. How did I miss that detail?

I tried and tried to convince myself to just let it go. Why not meet a personal goal and not strive for knitting perfection?

I talked about the two socks with SH over the next 24 hours. He shook his head and said, “You will never be happy. Just rip it up.” No exclamation mark necessary. Just a simple statement.

He was right. I could not bring myself to continue and ripped it up back to the cuff and reknitted with a tighter tension on the yarn.

Then the next problem arose. How many wedges had I knitted for the first sock to form the heel? I was using Cat Brodhi’s sweet tomato heel variation.I thought it was three and an half wedges and so knitted happily away. A comparison to the original sock revealed that was not right.

Riiiiiippppp back to the third wedge and try again.

This time the second sock heel matched the first — or at least well enough. I knit until there was very little of the yellow yarn and then switched to the green. Well, another mismatch. When I knit the first sock, I did an every other green/yellow row to make the transition smoother. I did not do that on the second sock. Oh well.

I finished knitting the sock yesterday and sewed in the ends today. They became a Christmas gift for our middle boy’s boyfriend. He has them on his feed right now and they fit his slim foot quite well.

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The Queen of the Tearling series

Recently I blew through all three books of Erika Johansen’s Tearling series. The novels narrate how the young woman Kelsea comes to power in the kingdom of the Tearling which is in thrall to the neighboring kingdom of Mortmesne, ruled by the wicked Red Queen. In the first book, The Queen of the Tearling, Kelsea learns her true identity and travels to New London to assume her throne — if she can survive various assassin attempts along the way. When Kelsea first arrives at her capital city she sees a line of cages full of human beings to be shipped to Mortmesne. Years ago to make peace with Mortmesne, Kelsea’s mother had to agree to send two hundred and fifty people to become slaves to the Red Queen. Kelsea orders them freed despite the fact that failing to meet the monthly quote means the Tearling kingdom will be invaded. This order sets in motion the action of the remainder of the first book and the other two books.

The second book, The Invasion of the Tearling, interweaves several narrative strands simultaneously, including flashbacks. With the power of her Tear sapphires, Kelsea is able to see into the past through her psychic connection to a woman named Lily. Thus we learn  how the land of this new world was settled by refugees from the new future of our current modern world, where the environment has so degraded and the economic divide has so grown that society is split into the upper echelon who walls themselves away from the disasters of climate change and poverty and everyone else who is battling to survive — often ungoverned by morals or ethics. These refugees are led by an idealistic former British commando named William Tear who wants to take his followers to an alternate world free of the modern technology and industrialization which are the root causes of the cataclysmic disaster that is the modern world.

The third book, The Fate of the Tearling, uses a time twist to wrap up all the ends of the various narrative strands. Once again the main villain who is the Red Queen has her evil so justified and explained by childhood neglect and abuse that evil ceases to exist. The Red Queen just becomes another victim. I supposed there is evil in the characters who get pleasure from masochistic acts of violence, but that evil seems like such mundane evil on a human scale of comprehensibility.

Johansen does manage to include various manifestos of women’s rights (right to enjoy sex, right to have an abortion, right to be free from abuse), of children’s rights and of gay rights. She also rails against established religion and particularly Christianity. She lauds science and environmentalism. But it all seems so strident and obvious and (ultimately) tiresome. Subtlety of message is preferable. That is what tempered allusion and symbols are for.

And what is with the zombie children vampires?!

 

 

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Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

spinning silver coverSome time in the last few months, I read Naomi Novik’s retelling of Rumplestiltskin, where the little gnome becomes a tall, handsome, emotionally distant elf. He rules a winter kingdom and periodically invades the human kingdom of green growing things.

The heroine is a Jewish girl who gains a reputation in her medieval Eastern European village as woman who multiplies her silver coins through wise investing, buying and selling. Novik’s book has a tense undercurrent of of anti-Antisemitism which heightens the reader’s anxiety for Miryem and her family. Novik uses historically accurate bigotry against Jewish folks as a way of forcibly reminding readers that this prejudice is not an historical artifact.

But back to the story. Miryem comes to the attention of the elf king because he wants her to double and triple his silver for him. He appears to only be a greedy king, but we learn that he has altruistic reasons for wishing to increase his hoard of silver.

Of course there are villains but as with most of these modern retellings, the villains are not true villains but humans corrupted by human emotions and weaknesses.

Sometimes, I think the desire to see a story from multiple angles renders evil a matter of emotional logic as opposed to an existential force.

Novik’s novel impressively updates the story of Rumplestiltskin for a modern audience with themes of feminist empowerment, religious tolerance, gender and sexual equality.

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A fast but enjoyable YA read

img_4358Told in the first person by a teenager whose mother has died and whose father is addicted to opium, Yangsze Choo’s The Ghost Bride depends on the reader’s concern about her future: will she have to marry the ghost of a rather repulsive young man who died under mysterious circumstances.

Luckily she has at least one other option: the repulsive young man’s much handsomer cousin. His name is Tian Bai.

And later in the book she meets another option: a mysterious man who always wears a conical bamboo hat which completely shields his face. However, Choo’s descriptions of his voice –“bored, aristocratic tones so at odds with the attractive timbre” (224); his footprints — “he left a neat, elegant track behind him” (157); his hands — “beautifully boned, larger, and far stronger than mine” (257) — leave no doubt about who Li Lam will end up with.

But.

But.

But.

Er Lang is in the mode of every other hero in YA fantasy novels: distant, amused, logical, protective, reticent, forbidden.

Still it was an enjoyable read for Choo’s blending of Chinese folklore about ghosts and the afterlife with life in Malaya in the late nineteenth century.

 

 

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Environmental Panic Attack

I just can’t read the news.

Everywhere there seems to be some new report about some other environmental disaster.

The latest is the fires burning the Amazonian rainforests.

Before it was the Greenland ice sheet melting at an unprecedented rate.

Then let us not forget this summer’s record heat wave in Europe.

I have only listed three recent news reports. There are many, many more.

There are names for what I feel after reading these reports:

Climate grief

Eco-anxiety

The feelings I experience now about the environment are comparable to the ones I had as a teenager in the 1970s. Like how my throat felt squeezed shut after my school held disaster drills where we hid under our desks or curled up in the hallways with our arms over our heads so we could survive a nuclear bomb or a tornado. Like how I could not sleep for dread after reading science fiction books like Fail Safe about the world after an imaginary nuclear holocaust caused by the USA and the USSR.

Right now it seems pretty clear that we are headed to a collapse of civilization as we know it because of the current climate crisis. And that is the best case scenario.

The worst case scenario is that we actually destroy the world and cause a sixth extinction. This is the title of Elizabeth Kolbert’s 2014 non-fiction book describing the rapidly accelerating die-off of many species of flora fauna.

Look at what is happening right now around us.

The pendulum is swinging.

Nothing we can do can really stop the pendulum or change the course of the arc. At least not in the short term. We are going to have to suffer the effects for decades (if suffering is an option) even if we start making the necessary changes NOW.

Climate grief.

Yeah.

Climate despair.

Doctors say you have to combat that climate despair by taking small active steps to feel like you are working to help heal the world. Here is a typical article — from 2017! Or this one from 2018 that talks about developing resilience. Or this one from 2019 which suggests you can’t change governments or big corporations, so change your own habits.

I call that nonsensical drivel — trying to calm the single individual when we all should be screaming at the top of our lungs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Buffalo in Yellowstone

When we drove into Yellowstone park from the Grand Tetons, we were headed to Mammoth Hot Springs. We drove through Hayden Valley at twilight and saw elk and bison. Even a single buffalo will cause a traffic slow down, so you can imagine what kind of buffalo-jams we had driving through the valley and seeing groups of male elk with fuzzy antlers or buffalo just munching grass right beside the road. Animals how are not bothered by the road and cars are called “road-habituated.”

We watched a buffalo take a dust bath not more than 3 yards from our car. It was one of the highlights of the trip — and definitely the best video I took.

Notice that his tail is not up. If you see a buffalo with an arched tail, a ranger told us it means: “Charge or Discharge.” We saw a buffalo break from a standstill into a trot, and he moved fast! That is a ton of animal with sharp horns and sharp hooves moving fast.

Yellowstone National Park has more than 4,500 buffalo and they range freely across the landscape. No fences. Somehow this idea was just awe inspiring when SH and I were there during the last 10 days in July. Click here for more information about buffalo in Yellowstone.

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