In just a few days, the movers will be here to pack everything up and move me to my new home in the mountains. I’m excited, and scared, and a little bit in denial. I was up there earlier this week for the pre-settlement walk-through and to get an orientation on all the new appliances (whoo, boy, have those babies gotten complicated; no simple on/off switches left on anything!). There was the most magical mist hovering over the mountains and the wildflowers were blooming like mad in every nook, crannie, and roadside strip. I honestly can’t wait.
But please spare a good thought for my cats, Merlin and Nimue, who will be at the “cat spa” for a few days while the movers are packing things up, loading the truck, and then unloading. Lovely as the cat spa is, you know how cats dislike disruption and Merlin, in particular, doesn’t like being caged, which he’ll have to be for the 40 minute drive to our new home.
A note to my readers: Many of you have been here for years and I am continually grateful for your participation! I am moving to the first new home, on a new street, in a newer community and it may take several weeks before I have wifi installed. (Yes, I’m irritated. Somehow, every other utility — from Washington Gas, to the little electrical cooperative, to the water company, to the trash service — can manage to start service to a new home, but Verizon and Comcast act clueless (and don’t think I haven’t spent hours on the phone and computer trying to sort this out) and really aren’t concerned at all about how that looks.) I hope you’ll be patient with me as I work to fix this. I’ll do my best to get to the local Starbucks and post as often as I can. Meanwhile, have you ever wanted to guest post? If so, send me a proposal; this might just be your chance! And Mrs. Whatsit will continue to hold down the fort on Fridays.
I recently watched a version of King Lear with Anthony Hopkins as Lear and the divine Emma Thompson as his eldest daughter, Goneril. It reminded me of a post I wrote shortly after Trump’s election, right down to Trump holding “cabinet meetings” that are nothing more than Secretaries going around the table and praising Trump. We like to say that nothing about Trump is normal, but, in reality, we’ve long been conditioned to accept, tolerate, enable, and regularly forgive horrible behavior from men, especially older white men. Lear, Archie Bunker, Ralph Kramden, Fred Flinstone, your boss, that obnoxious professor, that gross client, your brother-in-law — you can probably add your own examples. What we’re taught is to not only accept this behavior but to believe, contrary to all evidence, that, in their hearts, these men must be truly “good.” Just watch Cordelia forgiving Lear at the end or, better yet, the people insisting that Joe Biden isn’t “really” a sexist despite all the evidence to the contrary. Patriarchy is one hell of a drug. Quit taking the blue pill.
Thanks to Rhyd for pointing me to this lovely documentary about Druids.
Today is the anniversary of the birth of poet, occultist, and politician William Butler Yeats. He wrote many wonderful poems, but I especially love The Lake Isle at Innisfree:
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade.And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet’s wings.I will arise and go now, for always night and dayI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
It’s time for the Democrats to begin the impeachment inquiry. I’m calling my Congressional rep several times a week. It takes about 3 minutes. You do it, too. Do it especially if your rep is a Republican. No reason for us to keep letting them off the hook.
You may have heard that AOC called for birth control to be available over the counter and that the odious Ted Cruz agreed. OK. What happens when your doctor writes you a prescription? Insurance pays for it. What happens when buy an over-the-counter medication? You pay for it. Ask yourself why Ted Cruz wants birth control to be available over the counter? Sure, the rule is stupid; insurance should cover all medications that we need. But let’s not fall for obvious ruses.
I’ve mostly quit cooking as I’ve cleaned out the freezer and fridge ahead of the move. What I miss most eating delivery and restaurant meals is veggies. What are you cooking here, just before Litha?
Portrait of the author’s garden by the author. If you copy, please link back.