Ordinary Time

And we protested. Some of us went to downtown Chicago, some of us went to out smaller, local protest. J. and I both wore out Melt the ICE hats (there were quite a few). The wind was cold and wicked, so wearing a wool hat was good in a couple of ways.  Our local protest: It's harder to see numbers because this protest stretched for nearly a mile.  And the Chicago protest. It is good to protest inhumane policies. It is good to stand with others who also believe current policies are inhumane. My favorite sign from today, which I didn't get a picture of, was: Peace is not Quiet.  We can stand up, we can make noise, we can speak goodness to evil, we can protest peacefully, but what none of us can do right now is be quiet. 

I think we've all settled back into our routine after I had been gone for a bit. I think I've even readjusted my sleep schedule. The end of the semester for those taking college classes is starting to loom, which means there was a lot of studying around the house today. L. gamified the process by creating on the computer a spinning wheel which listed everything that needed to be done and for how long as well as adding in some fun things. Thus, a totally randomized schedule was produced. I don't think at 16 I would have thought of that. I bought some strawberries at the store this week because they were on sale, and this morning I opened the refrigerator to discover chocolate covered strawberries that Y. had made. We had them for dessert tonight. We don't live in walking distance of anything, so it is extremely rare to have someone ring out doorbell. It actually kind of disturbed people because it happens so infrequently. Today it rang and everyone looked at me as if to ...

After D. graduated from college last spring his plan was to get a job, work for a year, and apply to grad schools. And he did all that. He and P. have been sharing an apartment in Chicago, and D. spent the fall applying to grad schools. After the new year, the response letters started to arrive. As is usual in the school application game, some were acceptances and some were rejections, but he had enough acceptances that he needed to choose between them. He went to each school tour and then had to make his decision.  A couple of the schools were in Chicago, and while we would love to have him here, I think he made a very good decision. I'm very happy to share that in August D. will be heading off to Troy, New York to start a PhD program in chemistry at Rennselear Polytechnic Institute. We are thrilled for him and extremely proud of his achievements. We are also going to miss him terribly being so far away.  I know everyone always asks what kind of chemistry he wants to do. It's...

I got in late last night after a really lovely trip to visit my mom. It was a lovely visit despite the 108° temperatures. We went out to eat. We cleaned out boxes. We went fabric shopping. And I saw a good number of friends that I don't get to see nearly enough. Plus, I read four complete books.  The first was an N. K. Jemisin book called The City We Became. I checked it out from the library because I liked her trilogy that begins with The Fifth Season so much. It's speculative fiction and for the first third I had to just keep reading despite not really having any idea what was going on. It was very much a matter of trusting the author. The book is very much a love letter to New York City while at the same time being a pretty sharp social commentary. If you appreciate speculative fiction, I recommend this to you. I have the sequel sitting in my pile waiting for it's turn.  Then I read a book on animal communication followed by The Correspondent by Virginia Evans which I t...

As I was talking with my friend yesterday, we realized that most of the people we went to elementary school with lived in families who had lived in Arizona for a while. Many people had grandparents who also lived in the area. The Phoenix area was not the city of transplants that it is now. As my mother and I have visited various friends today, I realize that they, too, are all long time residents. My friend, who still lives in the valley, says it is very rare that she comes across people who didn't personally move here. I'm not even sure where I'm going with this except to note the phenomenon.  I've also been helping my mom go through some boxes that have been stored since my grandmother passed away twenty-five years ago. A couple of them included some family history which has been interesting to look at. One picture shows my great-grandmother and my grandmother (on my mother's side) when my grandmother was eight, standing on a train platform about to leave Chicago ...

I spent the morning at the Desert Botanical Garden with a friend I've known since first grade. We actually spent more time catching up than paying attention to the gardens, but I did take a couple of pictures for you.  This is one of the many Palo Verde trees which were in bloom. And another picture from the butterfly garden which has only species native to the area. The rest of the day was spent with my mom visiting other friends and helping her sort through ~13 boxes which had been stored in the garage.  Today's high temperature was 108° F (42° C). It's not spring, it's summer and it feels exactly like the summers of my childhood. I've never felt nostalgic about the summers of my childhood temperature-wise. In true form, the weather back home was very pleasant and my family was in t-shirts. At least it is still cooling off at night, so the mornings aren't bad.