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Monday, September 25, 2017

siempre, siempre con las moscas

I read a thread yesterday discussing President U Bum, and it helped a few things crystallize in my mind, like why I've been so down and frustrated and hopeless.  John and I see eye-to-eye on most things, with the marked difference that he believes most people are still basically good and decent, and I believe that most if not all people, myself included, are merely lacking the proper motivation to become monsters.  He's a day person!  So this last almost-year since the election has been a real picnic, as I read more and more awful and infuriating things and become more and more upset, and he goes to work with nice people who most of the time are trying to do the right thing.


We had a heated discussion last night about the level of racism exhibited by a person who instinctively thinks that it's disrespectful to kneel during the national anthem before a sportsball contest, and they don't spend any time trying to figure out why people are kneeling in the first place.  John and I are always having these talks, where he tries to get me to consider the upbringing people have had and how that informs their worldview, and I argue that when opportunities abound for people to acquire new information that could inform their worldview in new ways and they steadfastly, obstinately refuse, that I have to call them what they are.  We are more than just our choices, but we eventually become our choices.  

I'm still kind of chewing on it.  Obviously people don't have a lot of say in what goes into their brain for a long time, but at some point, don't we become responsible for what we learn and ignore?  And I know I have huge blind spots of my own.  

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

pursuance (live)

I bought a Thai cookbook at the library's book sale last week, and my family is going to be miserable I'm sure, but I'm going to cook my way through it, as soon as the summer food season is over.  I don't want to give up a single meal of tomato sandwiches that I don't have to, so I'm thinking October maybe?  I also bought "The I Hate to Cookbook" by Peg Bracken because I have heard she is very funny, so it's worth it just for the humorous essays.  Also, even though I usually do not hate to cook, I do hate long ingredient lists and complicated cooking methods.  I was suspicious about a recipe I saw that calls for canned carrots, yuck, but I think I can figure out substitutes without too much trouble.

Construction on the house has been mostly stalled for weeks, because the windows did not come when they were supposed to.  We did get most of the insulation last week, and the sheetrock was delivered, but we can't move forward on any inside work until the windows get here and the inspector takes a look at them and I guess decides that they really are the windows they are supposed to be.  But the shingles are going on today, which is very exciting for me, and I think I finally found the green paint that I've been looking for  for months now and had concluded existed only in my imagination, and that is even more exciting.  It will look like a real, no-fooling house here in a couple of weeks.

Often people, I've seen it especially in Mormondom because that's where I spend my time, blanch at having the federal government be in charge of health care or various other areas because, and this is the quote I hear frequently, "The government that has the power to grant all things has the power to take all things," or "the benevolent hand of government soon becomes the oppressive hand of government."  I think that's pretty obviously true, I have no quarrel with these sentiments.  And U.S. Mormons have a pretty deep-seated cultural distrust of the federal government, which is also at play here.  But our government currently does grant favors and is benevolent--toward the already-rich and powerful.  Why is that okay?  And if it's not, why aren't people spending more energy trying to dismantle an unjust and immoral system, instead of blocking any attempt to balance the scales?

Friday, September 1, 2017

there's a laddie weary and wanderin' free

I'm trying something new for my errand-running today--I'm headed out to buy some paint and I'm taking along the book I'm currently reading (Cannery Row) and I'll try reading that while I'm standing in the checkout line instead of reading the increasingly infuriating news.

I plan to wear a uniform wardrobe of caftans when I get to the right age--I'm not sure what that age is, but I am confident I will know when the time arrives.  I hesitate to tell anyone because I don't want anyone to jack my style, but also I want to be a good citizen who gives to the world more than she takes away, so there you are.

Choosing a paint color for the siding has me completely flummoxed.  I hate all the colors of green now, and none of them are quite right.  I thought I had found one, but I think I must have bought it in the paint store equivalent of the Room of Requirement, because I haven't been able to find it since, and of course the sample jar is all mixed up with the scores of other sample jars.  Today I started my search anew and bought a bunch of sample quarts and painted them right on the plywood on the side of the house, since the siding won't be here until next week.   It's helpful to see the color in big swaths like that, with the natural light and shading that it will have in real life.  I want to use a nice rich color that looks authentic to a nearly 100-year-old Craftsman, and that is a challenge.