2.23 Miles

If you love them when they take the field or take the court but not when they take a knee—

If you love them when they take the stage or a place in your music and movie collections but not when they take a stand—

If you love them when they wax eloquent from the pulpit or the podium but not when they speak truth to power—

If you love them when you look down with pity at their suffering but will not look up with admiration at their accomplishments in roles not meant to entertain you—

That’s not love, friends.

Today Ahmaud Arbery should have celebrated his twenty-sixth birthday. But he was murdered in Georgia on 2/23/20. All over the world today, runners and joggers ran 2.23 miles in his honor. I can’t run, but I can walk.


Along with Tom, I walked 2.23 miles for Ahmaud Arbery today.


Rest in peace.

This post was inspired by a tweet I read yesterday in which the individual talking about race said, “Same thing happens in sports, only love em on the field/court.” To which I responded, “Only love them on the field/court as long as nobody takes a knee. About this exact injustice.” I couldn’t get the exchange out of my mind, because I’ve seen and heard what he describes all my life.

Oops moment made good

I handle the bill paying stuff for the Hall, and I’m usually pretty good at it. But for some reason, I overpaid one of our credit cards (better than not paying, but still), so I had a big credit. At the same time, there was a sale on something I wanted–a luxury item, not really needed, but what we need is usually food or prescriptions, which I don’t buy with a credit card or online, and whatever. We’re living in a pandemic so I bought something I didn’t need but wanted. Miraculously, with the delays in everything I’ve tried to have shipped to me, it arrived today.

I’ve gone back to coloring lately during breaks from writing. These were a much needed mood boost because of a bad event that’s been weighing heavily on me and which I won’t trivialize by making it part of this post.

Please, Mr. Postman

You guys can’t imagine how many things I’ve ordered since March to be shipped to me that haven’t arrived. I think at last count, I had 11 shipments due. The delay is not the fault of the post office but the impact of COVID-19 on businesses.

Many things I wanted to order I couldn’t due to shortages and their being prioritized for the frontlines of organizations dealing with the pandemic. One of those was hand sanitizer. Hand sanitizer is not as good as soap and water for cleaning hands, but for seven years, it has been part of my animal rescue life. There is always hand sanitizer near me wherever I am for when handwashing is not an option. So not being able to buy hand sanitizer was a stressor for me.

One day an online ad directed me to this company Peter Thomas Roth who had responded specifically for consumers who couldn’t get hand sanitizer. They were producing it and also directing a portion of their products to frontliners. It’s a little more expensive, but not so much that I wouldn’t pay for my peace of mind. Despite my lack of luck so far receiving orders, I decided to make the effort.

TODAY IT CAME! After weeks of being excited about packages only to find out they were all for Debby or Tim, I got a product I ordered! It was like freaking Christmas around here when I opened the box.

I can go the grocery store and pharmacy with just a little less stress now, because this will be in my car.

Thursday thoughts

When all this started–I think we all know what I mean by “all this,” though we may disagree on when it started, and it started for me long before it was admitted to have started for the White House–I began exploring and organizing my pantry to see what kinds of things I had that would be useful and what things I might want to purchase.

I’m a big believer in dried peas and beans, so I buy them, but because of my work schedule, I’ve been really bad about making a meal plan each week, and you have to plan ahead if you want to use dried vegetables. At least I do, because I don’t use a pressure cooker and the “quick” soak method still requires time to soak and cook. I’ve always been an overnight soaker. That means thinking about tomorrow. And all I was ever thinking about was how to get through several hundred emails a day. (That was why I often did two or more weeks of blog posts at a time. Belatedly.)

BACK TO THE PANTRY. In the interest of better planning and using what I have, here were a couple of things this past week we ate.

I’d baked a chicken one day so I could use up several portions of frozen leftover cornbread for cornbread dressing. Of course, after that meal, we had a lot of leftover chicken. Which went into chicken salad sandwiches a couple of times for Tom, and then this favorite:

Chicken and dumplings, which also used almost the last of my celery.

Among my pantry finds…


Dried kidney beans. Now I seriously only use kidney beans for chili (don’t tell the Texans; they only like meat in their chili), so why I had an entire pack of them is a mystery. I think because I felt like they’d be healthier than canned. Anyway, I read up on them, and found out that many of these peas and beans can be slow cooked in the crock pot. Which is a good way to keep me from burning them. So I used up half of my kidney beans by cooking them overnight in the crockpot and then a couple of days later, slow cooking them for a few hours with the other ingredients to make chili.

(Now I’ve started the next batch of leftover cornbread to freeze unless we finish it with another meal in the coming week, as I’m hoping.)

I also had an excess of great northern beans. I don’t know why.

I soaked some of them one night and cooked them the next day, and holy beans, were they flavorful. I think I served them as a side for pork chops. I usually like pinto beans with pork chops, but the great northerns were really good.

Not to worry. I have pintos, too.


In the salad department, I soak cracked wheat to use in what my Lebanese friends call “sof-sof” which is the same I think as tabbouleh. I haven’t made this in a while, but I’m thinking a grocery trip (masked and gloved and SIX FEET AWAY, PEOPLE) for lemons and parsley are in my future so I can use up the rest of this bulgur wheat.

If you want to try a tabouleh-derived salad, there’s a good recipe here which differs from mine but looks so good. Also, a tip my friend Debbie taught me for cutting up the parsley: roll it in the lettuce leaves (I use iceberg for this, but use what you like) and cut in thin strips. It chops up the parsley and leaves you with beautiful lettuce strips for the salad. I’m now craving this.

For future soups, I have this mixture of dried beans and peas.

Some lentils I’m looking forward to.

No idea what I bought this barley for originally, but it will be used in some soups in our future.

Also on future trips, I’ll hopefully find some of my other favorite peas (crowders? field peas?), that can be used interchangeably with these wonderful dried black-eyed peas.

I honestly have no memory of what I’m doing with this, but I promise to use it and let you know how.

All part of my new desire to cook with variety, mindfulness, and planning.

Coping

I saw this on Twitter, and I think it’s so smart.

Is there anyone who doesn’t carry something–not necessarily the big ones like addiction or diagnosed conditions–but any issue or habit that we work to overcome or that we struggle against? Self-criticism, anger, guilt. Nail biting. Stress eating.

My own lifelong struggle is with anxiety. It doesn’t cripple me. I’ve never had to be on medication for it. It’s very often visible to no one but me. But it robs me of sleep and peace of mind. It can leave me irritable and impatient. It definitely impacts my health.

When the world is sleeping and I can’t is the worst time for me. I made a list of reasons why I don’t want be consumed by anxiety and taped it inside the lid of a box. Then I filled the box with things that may help. A small coloring book and colored pencils. A journal that has my magnetic poetry recorded in it–I can always pull out a box of magnetic words and create new poems.

Two Super Heroes to keep me company that I can imagine conversations with or between. (Never forget wee Becky’s dolls were her first storytelling teachers.) Vintage plastic cars because playing with them takes me back to a great childhood memory. Bubbles because I’m a grownup now and can blow bubbles in the house at night if I want to.

Then some comfort movies and books. Trying to read a new book will keep me awake because I want to know what happens next. But re-reading a favorite book means when I get sleepy, I can put it down. Same with favorite movies. Sleepy? Pause and continue watching the next time I can’t sleep. I don’t have to race to any endings–I know it all works out.

I thought the idea might help you, too. Let me know!

Wednesday’s Child

About this 1966 film: The Quiller Memorandum was based on a novel by Adam Hall. This well-wrought espionage adventure attempts to take a realistic look at the world of spies as it chronicles the adventures of an American agent who is assigned to go to Berlin and report back on the activities of a new generation of Nazis.

Too early for the age I was then, and now I don’t generally tend toward this type of movie. Still I’m surprised I never saw it.

I’m always interested in finding more John Barry scores.

Day 2

Of a stupid migraine. I don’t want to: hear anything, see anything, touch anything, smell anything, taste anything.

I do want to: sleep.

Life and work are not conducive to 24 hours of sleep in a day. But I’m doing my best.

What kind of Star Trek migraine-treating bullshit is this?

Pom Poms


Did I ever share the Spice Pom Poms on here? I found them before Christmas. They are the two on the left. I knew they needed to come home with me.

A few days ago, I found their two friends, the Sorbet Pom Poms (on the right).

Lynne says I’m running a rescue for them. Maybe. They are not high maintenance, are very quiet, and don’t take up a lot of space. They just need love and to make their people smile.

Button Sunday

I originally posted here to apologize for NOT having posted since January 8. But I’ve spent the last few days putting posts together so I could catch up. And now I’ll move forward until I’m posting in real time again. Go back and read if you wanna!

Thank you for being patient. I AM BACK!

In my absence, they changed the posting options and I had to figure out how to make it go back the way it was so I wouldn’t be lost and unable to find the features that used to be right in front of me. Why do they change things that ARE NOT BROKEN?

Fantasy Football


Tom says I have changed the meaning of Fantasy Football (“pray that I do not alter it any further”) and that I objectify quarterbacks.

NOT TRUE! I only objectify 49ers quarterbacks and I never turned Kap into wallpaper, only Jimmy G. Well, so far. I BLAME THE BRIDES. I don’t even watch football but they were here for the Super Bowl and I had to stroll in occasionally in case of commercials and then…

Whatever. I was just ready for some football is all.