Saturday, February 15, 2025

This week in Noticing Nature

Okay, it’s actually 10 days of observations.


This is my entry for The F.I.G. Collective this week.

Thursday: as I lay awake at 3 AM, ruminating about my upcoming attempt, later that day, to speak to the Senator’s aide in person, I heard the freezing rain falling on the roof.  


Friday: It was getting dark as I went out to get the mail.  I was still in time to see the fading sunset, peach and blue and gray, and also an early star/planet.  I turned around and saw the half-moon behind the fractal bare branches of our oak tree.  So beautiful.


Saturday:  Some of the fractal bare branches are down on our yard.  Still.  I’m not going out to pick them up until spring.


Sunday:  It was snowing (just flurries) this morning when I set off for church.  By the time we were done with Souperbowl + Bakesale, it was still flurrying but nothing was sticking to the roadway.  Which made the trip home okay.


Monday:  We have an oak tree that doesn’t drop all its leaves in the fall – they stay on the tree, shriveled up.  Today I noticed that in the breeze they make a sort of clattering sound.  Like dry bones getting ready to come to life.  However, I did not prophesy to the dry leaves.


Tuesday:  When I pulled the car out of the garage to go to the store to pick up meds for the Common Household Husband, I particularly noticed the frozen ground where I have to step out of the car to close the garage door.  It’s a spot that would be muddy if the temperature is above freezing.  I appreciated the firm ground to walk on.


And no, we do not have an automated garage door closing mechanism.  It’s people power all the way.  When it becomes impossible for me to open and close the garage door, it’s time to move.


Wednesday:  There was lots of rain today.


Thursday:  As I headed outdoors to meet friends, it was flurrying. The snow on the ground looked like little pellets.  But probably not big and threatening enough to be graupel.




Friday:  Valentine’s Day.  It’s 23 degrees F; feels like 15 with the windchill.  I am heading out soon to be a gadfly outside my US Senator’s office.  He and Presidents M & P are ruining the future.

A Valentine for the Senator.
(not my sign)



Saturday:  We woke up to a surprise snowstorm.  I like to think that this is appropriate - it is supposed to snow in February.  It will likely turn to gobs of rain later, which must be why there is a flood watch.  Nature is fun to observe, eh?


Here are three times on this blog when the weather was more challenging than today, and for that we are thankful:


A Prayer

https://commonhousehold.blogspot.com/2015/03/a-lords-prayer-for-snowy-day.html


Back when we used to get a print newspaper:

https://commonhousehold.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-winter-of-my-discontent.html


Snow Physics

https://commonhousehold.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-snow-physics.html



Saturday, February 8, 2025

Use Your Voice

HOLD ONTO HOPE

A friend asked me how I am managing to keep my sanity.  I wrote the following to him, and want to share here.


It has taken me a while to understand Timothy Snyder’s advice #1 for resisting tyranny:  “Do not obey in advance.”  I could see what it means for people in positions of authority or influence, but what about me?  


I have realized that, for me, it means using my voice, my speech, as much as possible to contact my elected officials.  There is no way I am going to let my thoughts about what the government is doing not be heard.  If I don’t call/write/visit my electeds regularly, then that, for me, is obeying in advance.


So here is what I have been doing to maintain my sanity while using my voice.  I invite you to do the same.


1.  Call, visit, or send webmail regularly to an elected.  

I aim for once a day, but don’t always manage that.  I try to limit my missive to one issue.  (But no yelling, no cuss words, no threats.)


I usually concentrate on Sen. McCormick (R-Spineless), and my messages have been either about the cabinet nominees, or most important right now, the illegal, anti-democracy unconstitutional acts of Elno Mxsk and his team of mini-me data bandits.  It. Is. A. Coup.


But it can be healing to call my Dem representative, because that office is more sympathetic, and urge him to stay strong in opposition to the horror of the Mxsk-Tromup regime.   


For PA residents, here are some phone numbers for our Senators:

Senator McCormick, DC office: 202-224-6324 (or look up other office #s online)

Senator Fetterman, DC office: 202-224-4254 (or look up other office #s online)


Sometimes the phone mailboxes are full.  In which case, writing a webmail can suffice. Or if I am too upset, I skip calling and go straight to webmail.


To send a webmail:

Links to electeds' webpages

https://www.mccormick.senate.gov/

https://www.fetterman.senate.gov/contact/


If I can manage it, I try to go in person to the Senator's office.  This takes more time and money (oy, the cost of parking!).  I did this twice this week, with some friends.  It was a heavy lift.


We heard from a former congressional staffer that snail mail (on paper) letters can carry a lot of weight with the staff, because they know that person went to a fair amount of bother and expense to send the letter.  Of course, calling is more immediate. Staff may pay more attention to calls than webmails, I am not sure.  The former staffer said that if calls start to go above 100 on an issue, they will pay more attention to that issue.  However, lately electeds’ voice mailboxes have been full, so I have had to send a webmail.  I need to remember to put my “ask” in the subject line, because that is most likely how the staff counts opinions.  


There is supposedly an app called something like "5 calls" that makes it easier to do all this, but I haven't used it.

2. Read only the news that I need to know.  

It is often more than I want to read, but I feel I have to stay informed.  I try to balance it with maybe local good news, if possible.  Not always possible.



3. Notice one thing in nature once a day. 

 Doesn't have to be a pleasant thing. One day it was the biting brisk wind, which made me glad I had a warm house to go back into.  Another time it was the bright and beautiful crescent moon.



4. Spend time in person with like-minded people and loved ones.  

Or talk on the phone with them.   We need each other.



5.  As much as it is possible, support the vulnerable with prayer, monetary donations, caring words, and whatever else I can think of.  Harder to do when I am in a foul mood.  I get consumed with anger.


The most vulnerable are the LGBTQ community (especially transgender people), children, people of limited financial means, immigrants, people of color, women (especially young women), federal workers.  I am probably forgetting someone.  There are so many who are vulnerable to what is coming/already here.



6. Work on local elections.  

In my county we have had free and fair elections.  This year we have important elections for judicial, school board, and municipal seats.  I recommend making a connection with someone who shares your values and whose guidance you trust to advise you on how to vote on judges or the other races.


Doing this is actually part of #5.  Judges, school board directors, municipal reps – all have a huge effect on the lives of vulnerable people.



7.  Seek instances of gratitude

The day after we saw the axolotl at our local library, I decided to call the library to thank them for having an axolotl, to tell them that it brought joy to me and others.  That phone call made me feel really good, and maybe did the same for the librarians.



8.  Sing.  

Haven't been doing too much of it lately, but singing is really, really good to do.



9.  Remember that the opposition wants us to feel helpless and alone.  Remember that we are not either of those.  


- - - - - - - - - -

I am trying to draw strength from the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.  When they were told they should bow down before the seemingly powerful shiny rich god that towered over them, they refused.  They knew they would be thrown into the fiery furnace.   They said, Our God is more powerful than you.  Our God will rescue us from the fiery furnace.  And even if the rescue doesn’t happen, we are still not bowing down to you.  

If our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire and out of your hand, O king, let him deliver us.  But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods and we will not worship the golden statue that you have set up.”

– Daniel 3:16-18


I am not saying God is going to snatch us out of this mess.  If we are to keep a democratic republic, it's up to us.

Do not bow down in advance.  Do not give up.  Use your voice.  Call.  Write.  Sing. 


Wednesday, February 5, 2025

Noticing Nature

I am attempting a daily discipline - each day I try to notice one thing in nature.


Thursday: The brisk biting wind I felt as I went to get the mail made me grateful for shelter.


Friday: There was an utterly eerie fog over the snow-covered winter fields, as I drove north to church retreat.


Saturday: Beautiful crescent moon and bright planet in a clear night sky (unusual for these parts).


Sunday:  I can’t remember if I noticed anything. I was driving back from the retreat, and then thrown into the maelstrom of $#i! brought on by all you people who voted for Your Lord the Orange One.


Monday:  I stuck my head out the back door and listened. I heard four different birds chirping. 


Tuesday: The sun was shining brightly as we drove over the Fort Pitt Bridge on our way to the US Senator’s office for what ended up to be a 3-minute meeting with the Senator’s staffer.


Wednesday:  The only thing I noticed today was that there are branches down all over our yard.  But I did manage to get the oil changed, buy Peach Schnapps, and replenish the larder.  Eggs are expensive.

Ironically, I have no photos for this post. I am too tired to find any.

Friday, January 31, 2025

First lines: January 2025 edition

Einstein keeps watch at the Jersey shore.


Below are the first lines of the books I finished reading in January, this month that has lasted 27 months already.  A lot of this was tough reading for me.  I engaged in skimming.  And had one DNF because it was just too difficult.


One memoir, two fantasies (unusual for me, and both also count as children’s lit), two mysteries, one classic, one which read as sort of poetry, and one nonfiction on sexism.

 

 

Book 1

Early on, I could see.

 

 

Book 2

An Unexpected Party

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

 

 

Book 3

Our troubles began in the summer of 1914, the year I turned thirty-five.  The Archduke of Austria had just been assassinated, the Mexicans were revolting, and absolutely nothing was happening at our house, which explains why all three of us were riding to Paterson on the most trivial of errands.

 

 

Book 4

Up the stairs they raced, taking them two at a time, trying to be as quiet as possible.  Gamache struggled to keep his breathing steady, as though he was sitting at home, as though he had not a care in the world.


 

Book 5

You don’t know about me, without you have read a book by the name of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,” but that ain’t no matter.

 

 

Book 6

A Brief Introduction to the World of Aerwiar

The old stories tell that when the first person woke up on the first morning in the world where this tale takes place, he yawned, stretched, and said to the first thing he saw, “Well, here we are.” 



Book 7

Blessing for Waking

“And what I say to you I say to all:  Keep awake.” – Mark 13:37


This blessing could

pound on your door

in the middle of 

the night.


This blessing could

bang on your window,

could tap dance

in your hall,

could set a dog loose

in your room.



Book 8

The Problem That Has No Name

The problem lay buried, unspoken, for many years in the minds of American women.  It was a strange stirring, a sense of dissatisfaction, a yearning that women suffered in the middle of the twentieth century in the United States.  



Did not finish

On a bright, humid evening in early August 2019, ten Honduran migrants met to pray in the basement of a Mexican housing complex called Solidarity 2000.




 

The titles and authors revealed:

 

 

Book 1

Vision: a Memoir of Blindness and Justice, by

David S. Tatel

352 pages • first pub 2024.  

I found this a fascinating memoir.  Painful to read the final chapters because of, well, everything that is now happening.

 

 

Book 2

The Hobbit: or There and Back Again (The Lord of the Rings #0)

By J.R.R. Tolkien

365 pages • first pub 1937 


Maybe I just don’t like fantasy.  This is yet another book that everyone raves about, and it is called classic.  I tolerated it.  I was much more charmed by it the first time I read it.  This time it just seems to be a lot of tromping through dark places with little food.  The lack of women characters is disturbing to me.  (I have the same assessment of the first part of the bona fide LOTR books, of which I only read a few chapters.)  


I am not sure what this book says about the human condition but maybe I’m just being dense.  If you love this book, please enlighten me.  


I read it for book club, and felt a wee bit more favorable towards it after our discussion.  Book club folks said it is partly an analogy for the first World War, which makes sense.  And it does have a good examination of greed, and the meaning of “burglar.”

 

 

Book 3

Girl Waits with Gun (Kopp Sisters #1)

By Amy Stewart

408 pages • first pub 2015.  Based on a real person.


I really liked this mystery.  Just the right balance of peril vs ridiculousness.  Loved the characters.  I hope I can read more in this series.  Is this the only book I have read that takes place in New Jersey?  Yes, it was set in rural Northern New Jersey, and there was ( and maybe still is) such a thing.  I spent a small portion of my life in Southern New Jersey, because that’s where my mother was from.

 

South Jersey's claim to fame

 

Book 4

Bury Your Dead (A Chief Inspector Gamache Mystery #6)

By Louise Penny

371 pages • first pub 2010.


According to my kindle, this book was 511 pages.  And seemed like it.  There were three story lines, including a revisiting of the mystery in the previous book in the series.  I enjoyed the mystery of the books & historical dead bodies, including some amusing spots.  But the story line about the terrorists was too fraught for me, although I thought it was told well.  I liked all the characters (which can be sad when the killer is revealed and it’s someone I liked) and the descriptions of cold and snow, but two mysteries would have been enough for me. 

 

 

Book 5

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Adventures of Tom and Huck #2)

By Mark Twain

327 pages • first pub 1884


I was re-reading this in advance of reading "James" by Percival Everett.  Twain is a master at portraying Huck Finn's "voice".  I found the first part highly engaging, as Huck and Jim make their way down the river.  I tired of it sometime after the Duke and the Dauphin showed up.  So after their second caper, I just skimmed it.  The consistent use of the n* word was difficult to see past.

 

 

Book 6

On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness (The Wingfeather Saga #1)

Andrew Peterson

290 pages • first pub 2008.  Children’s (middle grade) lit.


The writing style is quirky fun, but I quickly tired of it.  Silly footnotes, similar to a Terry Pratchett book.  Clever, perhaps, but I wasn’t in the mood for that.  I did finish it, because I quite liked the child characters. But I did not read the footnotes.   I thought the disability of one character was thoughtfully portrayed.


 

Book 7

Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons

By Jan L. Richardson

180 pages • first pub 2015


Just what I needed.


An excerpt from the introduction:

A blessing will not fix us.  It will not, of itself, resolve the difficulty we are in or undo harm we have caused or received.  Instead, a blessing is a channel of the Divine, a profound means of grace that has the capacity to open our eyes so that we might recognize and receive the help of the One who created us in love and whose deepest desire for us is that we be whole.

….

A blessing speaks from God’s mysterious heart into our own heart, meeting us in our ache for connection and presence.

Rather than being an indicator or measure of God’s favor, a true blessing most often meets us in the place of our greatest need, desperation, pain, or lack.


And here is one of the blessings, one that is challenging for me.



Book 8 

The Feminine Mystique

By Betty Friedan 

562 pages • first pub 1963


Often dated, but at times gives a description of today’s America, point-blank.  Brutally honest and correct in some instances.  Terribly wrong in at least one instance.  I skimmed and skipped parts of it, and yet it still took me 2½ months to get through it.  But I respect this book: I can only imagine that when it was published it was a society-changer.


I put a lengthier review on storygraph.  

 


Did not finish

Everyone Who Is Gone Is Here: The United States, Central America, and the Making of a Crisis

By Jonathan Blitzer. 534 pages • first pub 2024

nonfiction history politics

This is a timely topic, for sure, but the events were too fraught for me right now.  Graphic description of torture.



I hope you are finding some pleasant reading material!  I will be purposefully seeking out some lighter reads in February, although book club selections might make that tough.


Rough seas ahead