The color palette sure changes with the change in seasons. This is an arbutus on the way to the garden this last week.
We still don’t have Federalized troops here yet. I feel bad for the 200 Oregon National Guard that are parked nearby at a military facility, not able to deploy but also not able to go home and back to their jobs. And there are another couple of hundred of National Guard from California also nearby on standby, they have also not been deployed, and this waiting is their gig right now.
As you may have seen in the news our protestors are getting creative. Wearing costumes, dancing, playing ukuleles, having pajama parties, sending donuts towards the guards at the end of fishing pole lines. I can’t emphasize enough how this is all focused on one not very big building south of downtown.
I feel for the people that are being taken into that facility though. How their lives are being disrupted. And this overwhelming show of force by Customs and Border Patrol and ICE. With their helicopters, riot gear and chemical weapons. They are the people inciting the violence. It is like the world has turned upside down. They want us to act out so they can quash it. Crazy, crazy, bleh.
My hope is no one else gets hurt. Sadly, I think that highly unlikely. I love this place; it holds a complicated beauty. And now they are saying that we hate America, and all the fed-up people who protest next weekend hate America. Ugh. Chickens home to roost and all that.
The title to this post came from AI. 750 Words has updated and added an AI summary feature that I have played with the last few days. It is good, and that is what it titled the summary of my post there this morning. I was singing the praises of toast as comfort food and the fact that I can eat it!
This last week I got out on the track a couple of times. I still have problems to solve that are frustrating, my feet get crazy hot, and I have to stop. All the obvious solutions have not worked, with special socks and particular shoes and orthotics and…I may need to actually consult a podiatrist. There is a supposition that I may be overheating because I had a whole bunch of my sweat glands removed when I was in my 20’s.
But heck, if they have these cold caps for people to wear when they are having chemo infusions you would think there would be something available for painfully hot feet. I love the track. It is this whole world. There are track people, a motley crew, and some beautiful ones. When I was over there the other day there was a beautiful young man, an influencer, filming on the bleachers with a couple of assistants just off camera. I haven’t seen that before.
Oh, and speaking of simple things I love; this week I re-discovered a small whisk I had in my baking implements drawer. When I mix up protein powder with almond milk so that I can hit my modest protein intake target for the day, I had not really wanted to go to all the hassle of pulling the regular blender out as I wasn’t adding anything except some berries occasionally and then washing the machine. I had defaulted to using the immersion blender, which is cool but also means getting the thing out and plugging it in and being careful about the blade as Carlo does, in spite of my best effort, still get up on the kitchen counter.
The other day I was like, hmm, I wonder if this small whisk would work. And it does, beautifully. It is so much easier to make my protein drink. And to add the creatine supplement I have been experimenting with. I am also using the whisk now to stir in the ridiculously expensive vitamin powder that I splurge on because it makes me commit to drinking enough water every day as I mix the powder in cold water. I know so many people who find they are not drinking enough water and end up woozy and on their way to the ER. I do only drink the vitamin drink on weekdays and let my body reset on the weekends.
And it is the weekend! I am so grateful I have been teaching long enough that I don’t need to teach on the weekends. I have a whole world of things to do. Hello, League of Women Voters, but for right now I am pondering my next steps. Where and when and how.
The pondering feels so much more delightful than the doing.
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