Friday 6 January 2017
Allan’s daily winter routine is a walk to the post office and library. Today he went a bit further to walk by Black Lake. All photos in this blog post are his unless otherwise indicated.
Saturday, 7 January 2017
While reading, I heard some flapping behind me and found a bird in the house. A cat had brought it in unharmed. (Two of the cats, Smokey and Skooter, have slipped their BirdsBeSafe collars. I am hoping to find the collars in the garden.)
Allan and J9 went to an evening basketball game at the local high school. Ilwaco was hosting South Bend.
Meanwhile at home: an excellent book.
This brought home to me how much our work as gardeners differs from office workers:
This reminded me of how homeless women even now have more danger than homeless men:
This reminded me of my grandmother having to go on food stamps at age 76 and being questioned about whether her old, well kept winter coat was too expensive. She would have bought it second hand.
My grandmother was so frugal that even in her 70s, she still made her own soap:
This is when I broke down and wept:
Journalist Oscar Ameringer: “The last thing I saw on the night I left Seattle was numbers of women searching for scraps of food in the refuse piles of the principal market of that city.”
“The campfires of the homeless are seen along every railroad track …. [A] woman was hugging a dead chicken under a ragged coat. When I asked her where she had procured the fowl, first she told me she had found it dead in the road and then added in grim humor, “They promised me a chicken in the pot and now I got mine.”
In the south white people received flour for free but black people had to work on road repair projects before being given flour, meanwhile being undernourished and ill from hunger.
Riots over bread: American Federation of Labor said if starvation continued “the doors of revolution are going to be thrown wide open.”
When President Roosevelt started the distribution of surplus commodities:
While people were still starving…
Sunday, 8 January 2017
I actually left the house to have brunch with Dave, Melissa, and Our Kathleen at Salt Pub, still thinking about the luxury of having plenty to eat.
At the end of brunch, I learned that a friend had died after a summer and autumn-long illness. We had tears. Allan left the table to wipe his away.
A few more marina photos after brunch:
Monday, 9 January 2017
I read a short book:
In the evening, we went to a well attended local Democrat meeting. The dire political situation is making me leave the house during staycation, and political discussion online (mostly about intersectional feminism) is keeping me somewhat away from my book reading. The meeting was so inspirational that I almost, but not quite, joined a committee. That day will probably come soon.
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
Isn’t that our cat next door?
The temperature was still extremely cold (by which I mean about 28F). I set foot outside only long enough to take two Skooter photos.
While reading an interesting book called The Social Organism, I learned about a google app called Deep Dreams. I set them the second Skooter photo and they turned it into this.
Wednesday, 11 January 2016
I kept thinking of our late friend Steve, and his wife of 39 years, Shelly. He was only 59.
After a day of alternating between political discourse online (with more or less like-minded women; I don’t go online to argue with the right wing) and WWII book reading, we had dinner with Dave and Mel at the Depot Restaurant.
Friday, 13 January 2017
We are coming up on a week with a considerable amount of social life: a garden lecture, a birthday, and more. In my mom’s old desk, I found these markers, still well-inked, ready for tomorrow.