My physical situation seems to have settled. Several single bouts of the 24-hour flu are no fun.
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Weather is warming. Sunrise is later. Sunset is earlier. And so the wheel turns.
Places in Alaska, Nevada, Canada, Australia, England, and so many other unexpected sites are on fire along with several areas in California. Others are under unprecedented water.
Climate change can be denied, but the weather IS changing.
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I had to spend part of last weekend moving the furniture to the center of the room again. But all the upstairs windows are now done. The new windows doubled the screen size in my room. Breezes will be nicer. And the windows across the south of the house fill nearly the entire area. That will be great come winter.
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Lunch preparations for the kids’ program went well yesterday. They sure eat good. Yesterday was beef and bean nachos with watermelon. Today will be chef’s salad with turkey, ham, salami, and cheese. Vegans are covered as well. There are ten vegan lunches packed every day.
After fixing lunches, I went to the warehouse and helped with the “Tailgate” party. They were supplying zucchini (no surprise), grapes, oranges, walnuts, romaine, several special salad packs, large bag of mixed greens (this time of year you’re supposed to eat lots of salad), broccoli, riced cauliflower, and ears of corn.
It is all part of the “Feed California” program.
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Nature continues to follow a new path this year. There are still leaves from last year on oak trees, and the faded lilac blossoms are still on the bushes. It’s as if the plants are reluctant to let go.
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I recently watched a PBS show, narrated by Joel Grey, about the influence Jewish music makers have had on Broadway. It was an enjoyable watch. I know all those songs.
If you too like Broadway, here’s the link.
In one part of the presentation, Mel Brooks talked about his Broadway show “The Producers”. The essence was that ridicule is the most powerful tool to use against dictators. Example ? “Springtime for Hitler and Germany”.
“Cabaret” was noted as a history lesson.
And that’s why, on Facebook, I hit “HaHa” more often than “Sad” or “Angry”.
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Last week, as part of my picture sorting adventure, I found a picture of a friend from long, long ago. Her name was Theresa Sylva (her married name is Seaton). She gave me an armful of wild red roses when I graduated from high school (but I think I’ve told you that before). She is part of my good memories.
She is the same age as I am and has been in the Ramona Pageant (which we were all in when we were young) for the last few years performing the part of Mara – a tribal elder/teacher to Ramona and Alessandro. This may have been her last year because she tells me moving up and down the hills in the amphitheatre has gotten difficult.
I called her to tell her I was sending her the picture and we had a nice chat.
Also had some chat time with a couple of others from that era. There aren’t too many of us left, so visits are precious.
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Quick thought … late afternoon last Sunday … What equals a touch of bright sun on a fir tree after a rain shower?
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One not-so-good happening yesterday.
While the men were here installing the windows, with everyone distracted, Siku got into the chicken yard and took out one of the California whites. That leaves us with just eleven. I reminded me of the time a neighbor’s dog got into our chicken yard and took out ALL of our hens just for the fun of it.
Mark was not happy about losing one of the upcoming layers. As soon as possible, he plans to run an electric wire around the bottom on the fence.
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Still no ability to post pictures. When I finally learn, guess I’ll have to do an extra post with quotes from past blogs to explain the photos.
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To end the week … another note from a teacher …
“Carrying a burden of guilt and inadequacy … ? And where did you pick up that load? From a delusion that you are meant to be perfect.
“If you were meant to be perfect, your soul would have remained in its heavenly womb. But no, here you are on earth, a divine soul that has infiltrated across the boundary of worlds, compressed itself into a body of meat and blood, wrestling each day with the biochemistry of an upright animal, struggling to bring some light into a cold and dark world, to squeeze even a single moment of pure goodness out of the beast for even one altruistic moment in an entire lifetime makes it all worthwhile.
“From your every small victory, the world is transformed.
“Whatever good you’ve managed to squeeze out of your time on earth, discard your worries and cherish that.”
… Rabbi Tzvi Freeman
So …’til next week …