Thursday, June 30, 2016
The swamp coolers aren't cooling us so well because there's humidity.
Today I see my psych nurse and I dread it.
My pinched nerve has been hurting me. Maybe I shouldn't fold too many letters because I'm afraid the pain's getting worse.
Last night we took King Ron to dinner to thank him for helping us with the mailing. Someone at another table got oysters. King Ron was interested. I told him that oysters were the theme of the day.
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
M: The day is like an oyster.
LM: Slimy and disgusting?
M: I wonder if oysters say the same thing about us.
LM: That we're dry and disgusting?
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
in which our hero realizes she isn't special
Monday, June 27, 2016
When it was delivered to me, it was huge, and I was surprised.
I tried it, and it reminded me of batter for pumpkin bread. At first I didn't like it. But then the more I drank it, the more I liked it. I intended to save some for Ming, but before I knew it, I was slurping the final sip.
Today I wanted another. But I thought there might be sugar in the protein powder, so I decided to make my own.
So we needed pumpkin and bananas. We went to the store and got some. I made myself a pumpkin smoothie. It was weird but good. The end.
building a new world in the shell of the old
This morning we went to Creech Air Force Base with him and others to peace vigil from 6 to 7:30 am. I held a sign "no torture, no drones" and blessed all the workers as they came through. That's my idea of love too.
Then we drove up Mt Charleston. We had breakfast at the lodge and parted from our friend with hugs. Lotsa love.
Then we met with a filmmaker who wanted the lowdown on Nevada Desert Experience. He recorded our conversation then took pictures of us holding our signs. That was sort of loving.
Finally, I texted with a friend. He insulted the things I believe because he would rather be right than happy. I'm done with love for the day. If you would like to find me, I'll be in bed.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
So I bought this computer. And I was working on the interviews, and I would over do it. I have a pinched nerve in my neck (I had that MRI done a while back, and they saw where it's pinched).
So I bought Dragon software so I could transcribe the interviews by voice. But it makes so many mistakes I will have to go through everything and fix it, and I don't know if I'll be any better off.
Meanwhile I've spent hundreds of dollars.
I want to have this interview book done by October and print some copies on lulu, maybe. It's of special interest to Catholic Workers. And we have a Catholic Worker National Gathering at the end of October here in Las Vegas.
I'm listening to this cd I made my friend. It's mostly Christian music. Why do I have all this Christian music? Two of my favorite bands are Christian and not afraid to talk about it.
Like The Time Traveler's Wife, which was sci fi but marketed as regular fiction, the Innocence Mission and Sufjan Stevens are Christian but marketed as regular music.
I find it comforting, and no one understands--this coming from the crazy atheist Hindu woman.
This morning a homeless person on the line was asking about my necklace and I explained it was Ganesha. She wants me to give her a book about him. I agreed.
Now I have to give her my book, which is kind of sad for me, but maybe I'll keep a page for myself.
Friday, June 24, 2016
Then we went to Trader Joe's and bought some vegan sausages. Then we photocopied my entire choir book. Then we went to Indian food for lunch--the best place, Mt Everest.
Everywhere we went, I carried the sausages with me. I didn't want them to spoil in the hot car.
"I like carrying my sausages around with me," I told Ming in the restaurant.
ps The reading last night went great.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
I have lots of zines to put on my table tonight. And buttons for free. Ming helped me. He pulled the zines from their files. He is the best helper in the world.
I had coffee this morning so I would stay awake until evening and I still feel weird. Caffeine does a number on me.
Great news--I finished redoing my photo albums. That's a relief.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
what is summer
Last night my community watched the Michael Moore movie Who To Invade Next or something like that. They all liked it. They remarked that there was no violence so I would have been fine with it. But it's not just about violence.
I think today I'm going to pick up the rest of my photo albums from storage and buy the pocket kind and hop to it. I also want some juice, an avocado.
Yesterday we bought a shitton of fruit at Costco. Blueberries, raspberries, green grapes, two kinds of cherries... What is summer for if not for fruit.
Last night I dream Ming was wearing a skirt. We were at home, and I asked if he was going to wear it out. I think he said yes.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
the news as of 7:21 on Tuesday morning
Do I have the energy to undertake a new project? That's unknown. Some days I have energy. Yesterday after his procedure, they told Ming he couldn't drive for 24 hours. I had been cooped up all day and was going nuts.
This morning I got up around 5 am. Then I meditated and was half-falling asleep over and over again. I need to meditate at a less-sleepy time.
Today it's supposed to be 115 degrees. And that's the news.
Monday, June 20, 2016
dispatch from a lady in a nightgown
This morning when I meditated for 20 minutes, I spent some time balanced at the edge of sleep. I would get this good feeling and feel enlightened for a sec then realize, oh, I'm about to fall asleep. And I would pull myself back from sleep and re-relax and return to my word.
Yesterday I bought some black flip flops for nine dollars to wear with my black skort.
One of my oldest friends messaged me today to thank me for the mix cd I sent. I am so happy for his happiness. He hasn't listened to it yet. I think I might have succeeded in putting all new-to-him songs on it, a feat! I love when that happens. Here's the tracklist minus musicians.
it's never too late
show up and be heard
flames and the flood
austin to el paso
citizens of the world
fuck treasure island
justice delivers its death
star of wonder
calm it down
the land of do what you're told
you are not alone
joy will dance
bomb the world
Sunday, June 19, 2016
It's 108. I feel okay. We bought a compost bin as a present for a friend.
Before that we went to UU church because our priestess friend T was giving the sermon.
Before that we swam at our friend M's pool. We swam from about 7 to 9 am and had the place to ourselves. It was a scrumptious way to start the day.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Last night I wore an apron my mom made me as I cooked up enchiladas with Ming's help. They were pretty good but not as good as Mom's.
Ming's got a procedure Monday morning and can only have clear fluids tomorrow. We're going to a big grocery store today to look for clear fluids.
Dragon software came in the mail yesterday. I tried it out. It works okay. I gotta figure out some logistics of how to listen to the interviews and speak the words with punctuation and line breaks into the mic.
Yesterday Ming hiked. He got holes in the soles of his cheap ass shoes. So we went to Big 5 and got him some expensiver shoes.
Friday, June 17, 2016
I also found some flashcards--some Spanish vocab and some English vocab too--I think I took a list of common GED words and put them on flashcards. They're hard words and won't stick in my head very well. I get the sad feeling that I've learned all the words in English that I'm going to learn.
But if I look at the derivations, it helps me remember them.
I asked my best friend, who is studying Spanish too, how she learns verbs. I'm at a loss. She gave me some really good ideas.
I also found this book called English Grammar for Students of Spanish. It's the kind of book I don't want to actually read--I just want its contents magically in my head. It was in storage too, in a box.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
I wonder what his job is. My job is trying to make good circumstances for world peace. He must have some other job.
This morning I meditated for 20 minutes then sang holy songs. It was fun. It was good to get those done early.
R fixed our stove. The front right burner was behaving strangely, but Ming says it's better now. I hung laundry. R thanked me for my letter. I laughed.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
I'm just hoping I'll show up and be heard
It's windy here. The windchimes are going like crazy.
I got a new boombox. It's small. Sounds great. My old one the tape player broke. When I tried to play a tape, it made a loud humming sound. We gave it to our community member H. Last night after dinner, Ming checked to see if anyone wanted it, and H did.
"I'm the only one who walks around with a boombox," he said. I like to see him on the street walking with his boombox. I hope the one we gave him's not too heavy.
My pinched nerve is acting up, making many sleeping positions impossible and waking me up a lot in the night. It's a challenge.
This song is one of my main theme songs. It's a good theme song for a quiet person.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
the only solution is love
Monday, June 13, 2016
what to write on the timer
I've been meditating. I have so much baggage about it, from the past. But I'm being really gentle with myself and relaxing into it. I bought this trusty kitchen timer that I feel is my friend. I want to write something on it with permanent marker but don't know what.
Ommm? Laura-Marie? River Victor? friend? I'm just not sure. I could draw a picture...
Sunday, June 12, 2016
not jelly beans
But then Ming just now was going to get rid of it and brought it over to me, and I saw I had been wrong. There were jelly beans in it, but on top of the jelly beans were egg-shaped colorful malt balls. Oh happy day!
I've been making two cds all afternoon--one for a friend in Oregon and one for a family member. It's a lot of work, picking the right songs, putting them in the right order. It's emotional.
Meanwhile, we still need a food grade bucket for storing stuff the mouse might want. We went to WinCo a few days ago, but they were out.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Then we had our visioning meeting for two and a half hours. Whoa nelly. Then we went to the local pupuseria which is hella cheap. I had two pupusas de loroco and a fried banana. They were great.
Now King Ron is over helping Ming with the office. We have political prisoner letter writing night tonight. I'm taking a breath.
Friday, June 10, 2016
At my old church in Sacramento, there was a rule that the first fruit of any tree, each season, needed to be given to Swami so he could offer it. I remember the loquats ripened before everything else, and some years I would ask, "Has the first fruit been offered?" before eating some. Other years I came later in the season and didn't have to ask.
Our good friend and community member Peacemaker Boy has gone to Bryce Canyon in Utah to be a seasonal worker. He heard about the job from some homeless people he gives sandwiches to. I hope the company doesn't make him sign a contract then treat him like shit.
This morning Ming has a test and it's at 8 so I can't go to Barnes & Nobel to wait for him--I have to wait in the waiting room, which is hard for me. I hate doctors, doctors offices, and anything associated.
But I love tomatoes. Ming bought burlap and made individual bags for shading each tomato and I'm like holy crap, so much work for one tomato! But they're precious.
Thursday, June 09, 2016
I'm a historian
I also wanted to be a historian because I like writing--I thought historians write history--but then I realized I don't like history because it's all about wars and men.
But just now I was writing in the gardening journal, and before that I was writing in the NDE time journal, and before that I was writing in my regular journal.
As I closed the brown cover and put the gardening journal back where it goes, I realized I'M A HISTORIAN! The historian of my own life. Me and Ming's own life.
And this blog is more evidence. I should start saying I'm a historian. (I was a teacher for six and a half years. I may be a beach bum one day. I will never be a trucker, but I do like roadtrips.)
We have these taped up broken windows. I think they have been broken for a long time. Then storm windows over them. Maybe someone's going to come fix them.
Also the knife drawer is being janky.
We have too many things to do and not enough energy to do them all. We have our own personal things to do plus the NDE things. Today we're meeting with someone about grants. Fuck grants! Oh, but we need them.
Today we were behind this huge truck stopped at an intersection--it had a big sticker on it that said DONALD FUCK TRUMP and I was like, what does that mean? It seemed violent and confusing.
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
the tale of the dirty floor
So when we got home yesterday afternoon, I was glad to see the floor was still dirty. I dug under the sink for some cleaning product and sprayed the offending spots and rubbed them with paper towels until everything looks much better.
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
at the goddess temple
Monday, June 06, 2016
Sunday, June 05, 2016
Quitting sugar is going very well. It's not a shock since we're using up our old sugared things. But it's changing what I get at cafes. And yesterday I went to a 7-11 to use their ATM and wanted a slurpee really bad. It was so hot. Not that I would normally get a slurpee--it was 108. We resisted temptation and I felt good about that.
I've had a headache since yesterday. The heat is kicking my ass. It's cool in our house right now from the swamp cooler. But 108 is not okay with me. I feel like I'll never adjust.
Yesterday Ming went to the state museum while I hung out at the cafe. I ordered the sweet potato tots for $3 and was served a huge amount. They were pretty good too. I had never had them before.
At Target yesterday I got some pretty pink paper for writing letters. It's lined with pink lines. It's superb.
Saturday, June 04, 2016
Same Shit / Complicated
Friday, June 03, 2016
This morning I got some great news. I got my final chunk of social security backpay. I was shocked.
Today Ming is going to two nonprofit seminars at an old school with our friend G.
Last night Ming went on an onion run. Our onions were moldy or half-frozen, for some reason. We need a lot for King Ron who is coming over this afternoon to chop onions for Food Not Bombs.
Thursday, June 02, 2016
a flock of postcards
Today we met with a German novelist who's writing something about drones. It was nice to talk with him.
Then I popped into the burlesque museum for two postcards. I'm a postcard-sending maniac.
Wednesday, June 01, 2016
Ming is afraid we have a mouse. He saw something scurry by early this morning. He's going to buy a have-a-heart mousetrap. "How much do they cost?" I asked.
A friend publicly (on facebook) thanked us for the socks we sent. That was nice. They're novelty socks about going to the microbrewery.
Today I have therapy and we might see some Catholic Worker friends who are visiting from Louisiana.
We are quitting sugar, but we're using up the sugar we have. Not the straight sugar but the jam, the chocolate chips. I am having my tea black this morning and it's different.