Thursday, 10 November 2016
I woke early, after maybe four hours of sleep, to the kick in the gut feeling of the election, and immediately turned to the news on my iPhone because I knew more sleep was impossible. My heart broke over reports of hate crimes across the country. I also learned that the biracial child of a local friend had been targeted by violent bullying; we do not think it is coincidental that it happened the day after. I was somewhat heartened by peaceful protests across the nation (some marred by the usual small contingent of vandals). In Portland, the peaceful protestors made a gofundme to donate to repair the vandalism and raised $51 thousand dollars (by the time I am writing this five days later). (Now 55K, as this publishes a week later.)
This blog is mostly in my voice, unless Allan writes about a boating trip. Don’t doubt that he also feels great dismay at current events. At first, I thought he did not feel it as deeply as I, simply because tears were not his first reaction, but the day after I learned that he also was losing sleep and experiencing distress and feeling sick while reading the news.
We decided to start the work day with a project:
Ilwaco Freedom Market
Ilwaco now has a marijuana shop at the port. The owner had asked us if we could make their entry garden look good. I was thrilled to take it on. He even wanted us to deal with the weeds along the sidewalk between Howerton and Waterfront Way, property that doesn’t even belong to the Freedom Market. That shows a good civic spirit.
We decided to string trim the left side and weed the right side of the sidewalk.
The garden itself had landscape fabric under shallow bark so that the “underwear” showed badly.
I decided the fabric had to go away. In the process, I ended up leaving it under the south side of the garden bed which is a walking area.
The whole time we were working, the Freedom Market did a bustling business. This should be good for the city’s tax coffers.
While Allan weeded at the Salt Hotel curbside garden, I visited Karla at Time Enough Books for some much needed commiseration.
After the Freedom Market, we went to Mayor Mike’s garden for its final fall clean up…a short one because we had done considerable clean up last time.
Mike’s garden now goes onto the “post frost clean up” list, probably just for leaf raking.
Some tidying in Long Beach finished the day. Allan worked on the Veterans Field gardens while I groomed a couple of blocks worth of planters.
I am finding it helpful to stop and visit friends who I know who are also having a dark week. At the end of the day, one fellow we visited was wearing this year’s Jake the Alligator Man event’s 2016 t shirt.
Apparently I am still feeling intensely blurry, as today’s work board photo indeed testifies. It does show that the “fall clean up” list is almost complete and that the “post frost clean up” work list now awaits either a frost (which we might not get) or a final clean up at some jobs before the Christmas holidays, whichever comes first.
The Van Engelen end of season sale began but did not include the sort of bulbs I want. Unless they add more, some of the second round bulb planting list might simply disappear from the board.
The Cove Restaurant
Our close friends are all as devastated as we are. It took some doing for us to find our energy to have our weekly North Beach Garden Gang meeting. I pushed for it because it is important to me to support local businesses with simpatico owners (such at The Cove). I was so glad we went, because at the next table were two dear friends who sorely needed hugs and conversation. With the hate crimes in the news, people are devastated emotionally and, if potentially a target, are afraid.
Also, the food was delicious as always.
1995 (age 71):
Nov 10: I bought “berry” wire at Yelm Hardware and 3 more metal posts for the new raspberry row. I hope Robert’s back gets better—they won’t be up there till the day before Thanksgiving. [That must be the autumn when Robert threw his back out planting bulbs and was down for several days.] I stopped at Gordon’s=32 pansies and 18 mums.
1997 (age 73):
Nov 10: Happy Birthday Marine Corps. I worked again in the Tam area, the same work I’ve done the last two days. On the evening news they said it will be below freezing tonight.
1998 (age 74):
Nov 10: Beautiful warm day and I spent the entire day in the kitchen canning the applesauce I cooked last night, and peeling and cooking more which I’ll can tomorrow after I buy some more lids. I also dried 5 large onions, potatoes, and 2 cabbages. Cabbage doesn’t dry well. It ends up little tiny shreds. Too much waste. HAPPY MARINE CORPS BIRTHDAY.
[My mother was a Marine in WWII.]