Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Friday, December 25, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
parking lot post
Yesterday our friend P came over to help Ming with photos. It was good to see her--I don't know her very well. We sat talking for a little while as she drank coffee. I get the feeling she's shy. We see her weekly at the soup line, and she came out to vigil with us at Creech once so far, the new monthly vigils.
My penpal A who lives in Wolverhampton send me an email this morning, and she sent a link to something she recorded for the blind, so I got to hear her voice. It was fun. Her voice is lower than I expected.
I ordered two books from PM Press. They have half off everything sales at the end of the year, which is nice, but I wish they just sold books cheaper all year. Anyway, I got a book about anarchist pedagogy and a book of poems for a friend.
They look great, but I'm swamped with books. I should take some days off and just read all day. I have a goal to read an hour a day, which is nice because sometimes I feel guilty for reading when I have a lot of other things to do. But giving myself this goal, it's like an excuse to read.
I never bought the orange meditation cushions, as I couldn't justify bringing two more largish objects into my life. But I'm still thinking about how to do it.
Monday, December 21, 2015
lovely dream magical bookstore ambiance
I had some nice tea and noodles for breakfast. Today we wrap presents at the Catholic Worker, I have skype book club (which I didn't read for), Ming meets with P who will help him label old photos, and there's library yoga Ming might go to. But now there's "aura reading" along with the yoga--wtf.
I've been dreaming of magical bookstores, and sometimes they're kind of evil, but I wake up thinking, "That would make a great movie!" only I don't like movies. But the ambiance is so lovely.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
have a holly jolly Christmas
food not bombs
It seemed good but I thought some canned diced tomatoes would really pull it together. So Ming went on a tomato run.
I put some onions and garlic, some better then bouillon, some salt, some paprika and cayenne. I think I seasoned it pretty well.
And it turned out delicious. The more I ate, the more I liked. It was pretty salty. But it was good.
I also made rice. Our brown rice source dried out, so we bought rice, white rice, and it turned out great too. I seasoned it with chili powder, garlic, onions, salt. I forgot to put in the canned peas. No worries--next time.
I worked on a new functionally ill. Ming and JR went to serve the food at the park. Someone's coming over at 3 for coffee and to talk about NDE. Someone's got the lawn mower motor scooter going back and forth in front of our house over and over again. Just another day.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
vegan paella as it was
Friday, December 18, 2015
vegan paella imagined
5 cloves garlic, pressed
red bell pepper, diced
1/2 tsp turmeric
1 tsp paprika
1/4 tsp cayenne
1 1/2 cups white rice
two roma tomatoes, diced
tsp Better Than Bouillon
three cups water
two large vegan Italian sausages, sliced into coins
a cup of frozen peas
lemon wedges to squeeze
The mic worked only minimally so we couldn't hear much. Someone read a long essay she'd written about her son's heroin addiction, and I couldn't figure out how it fit. She had a lot of pain and grief about her son, but why did I have to listen to that? I couldn't figure out how I was supposed to be the audience for it.
And when people talked, she would stop reading and stare at them and tell them to stop talking while she read. And toward the end the person running the show asked her to stop reading and she insisted on continuing. It was just bad.
The only part I kind of liked was the reading of the names of the homeless people who had died throughout the year. It was solemn and I tried to think about those people and send love to them and honor them though they are gone.
I also liked the candlelight.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
This morning I made a facebook event for the Sacred Peace Walk. I shared it some places. I hope the pic is okay. Another host can change the pic.
Ming ordered some photo albums for NDE because the old ones were falling apart. They came in the mail yesterday. We have to invite someone over who knows who all the people are to help label the photos.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Once, Twice, Seven Times a Werewolf by Half-Handed Cloud
Before I go to sleep,
can I be excused from dreaming?
Before I go to sleep now,
can I get you to promise me that I won't dream?
Last time I dreamt a general,
because he showed me all his medals
were kingdoms that a
stone rolled down a
statue that a
stone broke down.
I threw them in the furnace
because they didn't like my head
that spread throughout the body
everybody's in but four instead.
Oh, oh, oh oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
And so I dreamt another.
Did I mention that I was so far out?
Nobody could interpret
what Daniel said that it's about,
how you could see the
chopping down my
trunk of tree.
Ten minus three a werewolf
with mud beneath my fingernails.
The what [something]
my kingdom [something] mine will fail.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Then Ming saw (I was in bed) silent cop car light out front.
There was no pool of blood on the ground yesterday. So I don't know what happened.
cookie party realized
I was also fond of using red hots.
I shoulda took some pictures for you. I probably decorated about 40. Toward the end my close-focusing energy was used up. I had to go.
They are to give away at the soup line. So we brought two dozen and took home none--actually, we took home a few Hershey's kisses and a partially full bottle of Coke.
Monday, December 14, 2015
cookie party imagined
This morning is therapy and Ming's dentist appointment.
Tonight's a cookie party. I gotta bake two dozen cookies for the party--sugar cookies, plain.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
reportback on pink rice
stop killer drones
Our friend made this video of stills of drone resistance. Ming and I are in it! On some activists' signs are graphic images of children killed by drones, so trigger warning.
putting pink salt on pink rice to see what happens
I think I might opt out of this morning's MLK parade meeting and might skip the party too. But for sure I'll go to political prisoner letter writing night because I run it.
Friday, December 11, 2015
I was shopping for a zafu and zabuton. Shopping is a little maddening. I want orange ones. Orange as the flesh of this sweet potato.
It's supposed to rain this afternoon at the goddess temple, but we're going anyway.
But I want more peele nuts from the farmers market. Maybe we can make a quick stop.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
what's a hippie?
Monday, December 07, 2015
Sunday, December 06, 2015
problem we don't have
I wrote letters on salmon-colored index cards Mom gave me.
I played some Janis Joplin for my friend JR yesterday. I gave him a stamp to send a letter, and it was a Janis Joplin stamp. He is 22. We talked about the sadness of people dying early from drugs. We were glad we don't have that problem.
Saturday, December 05, 2015
Friday, December 04, 2015
Thursday, December 03, 2015
hot springs revisited
Then we went to China Ranch for date shakes and Ming took a walk on the mesa. I saw him up there while I sat in the car writing a letter to my penpal D.
Then I wasn't feeling well, and Ming drove us home. They were nice drives full of quiet and conversation.
I found out people don't drink the water, in Tecopa, because it's hot springs water and full of minerals. That the government tells them not to drink it. I was about to fill my pink water bottle at a spigot when someone told me. He gave me some of his bottled water from a huge bottle. It was at a restaurant. They were nice.
You come with two canes, then progress to one, and then you use no cane at all, someone told us about Tecopa. The power of the hot springs to cure people. I got the feeling he had said it a lot.
We have a lot to do. I have low energy and a cruddy attitude. Or maybe it's just a slow attitude.
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
trigger warning: cat death
One step up from a stray, Tiger is an outside cat. Our friend who also lives here, H, is the one who feeds the cats. We still have Nonchalant, Rainbow, the white cat, and Wally. Orange cat. Maybe someone else I'm forgetting.
It brings up old cat feelings for me. Guilt and shame, because with enough money, could his life be saved? Should we have given him a better life? But it seems like he had a very good life. Grief and loss, because death feels like a tragedy and such a weird thing. Here one day, gone the next. Here one minute, gone the next.
To cremate him will cost $130. My last cat who died, Kitty--I guess I'm still not over that. Cat in a blanket, that time, and a crying ex-husband. What a mess.