Monday, August 21, 2017

the "oh no's" and dog diarrhea


Feels like a tightening rubber band, this country, have to shake it off- Walking as far as we could walk today, Cubby wanting to be carried most of the way.  I did not realize that dairy is not good for him,  string cheese  gave him problems, a tummy ache, poor little pooch. Consequently he kept me up all night, going out, coming in, going out...The only good thing about that is that I got to hear Big Ben's chimes for the last time, noon in London- crack of predawn here. Four years of renovation on that iconic building will be like having a loved one in hospital/ rehab ...scaffolding like bandages. 



After walking to the dog park, and the bay, we came back up the trail  back into the neighborhood.


On the street there were about twenty pots of plants in organic soil for the taking.  Poster for lost cat.


This one tempted but I did not take. Number one, I could not carry it and Cubby at the same time- number two, I have no place safe to plant it.


The street had been blocked off for a neighborhood pot luck/ plant give away/ party/music


We did not stay, Cubby feeling unwell, and me feeling anti social. 
I need time and space to process the lifting of the lid  of the scum bucket , white supremacy,  Nazis on our streets , unleashed racism / violence and ignorance  and the Orange Baby  giving his nod.
I remembered when "difference" first came to me at the movies...wrote this on FB yesterday- a memory.
   

When I was a little kid I could walk to the FOX theater and watch a matinee on Saturday afternoon for a quarter- plus five cents for pop corn. I would go alone and watch what ever was showing - it was the fifties in the middle of dirt- not much else going on. One Saturday Watching some lame Western offering- one cowboy said to the other something about " kill the spik" , The little girl sitting next to me , with whom I shared my popcorn and she shared licks on her Grape Charms pop- looked at each other and wondered what the hell was a spik? Her big sister had a very sad face and took her sister's hand and said " it is us".... I was "a spik" - we three walked from the theater - eye out for cowboys going to kill us, feeling gutted,- took a while for me to realize that no, actually I am one of those cowboys - privilege- so blindingly white - the sisters walked one direction and I the other, my tongue still purple and deliciously grapey from our sharing licks and spit, but the sisters could not come to my house to play- growing up in racist little Wyoming town. First dawning...damn

This is a very sharp memory- a stabbing to the heart.


10 comments:

  1. What a sad memory. Do you know what plant that is in the top photo? It looks like borage, maybe. I LOVE those Japanese lantern plants -- Dave and I bought one and planted it and it promptly died. :(

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    1. Sorry I do not know it's name, You could be right- it just struck me because it was determined to flourish in tar and rocks. I LOVE Japanese lantern and they can be demanding- takes about five years before they bloom, so I have been told, but once established they spread.

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  2. Yes, a sad memory but even as it hurt your heart, it opened your brain and soul.

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    1. you are right, growing up with parents who said all are equal, love everyone, BUT don't bring them home and do not marry them and stick to your own kind...confusing - hypocritical, bound by "society" do not rock the boat...All that taught me was to rock the boat!

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  3. flowers and blackberries, yum. Trump is getting more and more isolated, more people quitting. rogue WH twitter account says he is conducting his own polls, he's sure his approval rating is more like 80%. My parents were the same, no overt racism but when I reached dating age, if a black boy (there were all of three black kids at my high school) asked me out on a date I was to tell him no.

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    1. I feel like we are in an alternative reality every day- tRUMP and the entire GOP are like the borg! My Mother always said "birds of a feather flock together" and that was the rule, which made about as much sense to me as "step on a crack, break your mother's back"...

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  4. I'm grateful these days for folks who "get it." As you do, and did.

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    1. There are so many things about humans that are not easily understood- insanity is difficult- saying "love one another" - talk is cheaper by the minute! Anything coming from the mouths of white folks is suspect, I believe this to be true.

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  5. I think we in England also feel our country tightening like a rubber band. It is a strange time indeed. Blackberries always help though. We have tons here at the moment. Well, not quite tons. Well, probably there ARE tons if we could only pick that many!! :)

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    1. They are also invasive , like morning glories and choke out everything else. People are plagued with both, fighting them every year. The world has gone mad- where can we go???

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