Wow. What an awful time we are living in. George Floyd was murdered by cops in Minneapolis and the reaction has been loud and intense. This follows on the heels of other black people being killed for no reason at all, other than the color of their skin. There are protests in cities all over. These have turned into riots and then looting. I believe there are people creating more violence than expected, people coming in simply stir up trouble or simply to break windows and steal stuff.
I have no issue with the rage that comes from the injustice.
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar wrote a fantastic op ed in the LA Times. His words are excellent. Please read it.
There were hot spots all over LA this past week/weekend. Curfews were put in place. Today is Monday June 1 and I'm sure there will be more curfews today and until who knows when. There is a vacuum of leadership in our country which makes this whole situation even more scary.
Have I done enough to be an ally? No. I'm going to do better. This list is a help: 75 Things White People Can Do For Racial Justice.
There was a small ray of hope and optimism over the weekend. Astronauts launched into space on Saturday from Florida in a SpaceX rocket. They docked with the International Space Station on Sunday. I watched all of it and felt joy and excitement about a new start to our lower earth orbit space program and how that will boost our return to the moon and then onto Mars. The excitement is tempered by the awful stuff, but not not snuffed out entirely. (Click images for larger versions.)
Yesterday (Sunday) is when I usually write up my blog post, but the morning was filled with watching historic space action and then we actually went to visit our friend Patrick IN REAL LIFE for some social distancing bloody marys, garden tours (his is a literal cornucopia of fresh veg) and snake art. We got home just at curfew at 6pm and hunkered down a bit. Watched the season finale of Killing Eve after Harper went to bed so as to escape a little longer. We have that luxury.
Patrick has a snake named Nick.
Harper made other art this week. She worked hard on a design for her cardboard play kitchen. And also did a fresh fruit/veg piece for art class for school. We are collecting cardboard for the kitchen.
The cats had a very busy week as usual. Biscuit enjoys my chair and ALWAYS need to check what's in my coffee cup. ALWAYS.
Biscuit loves his bags and boxes. After every grocery store run, he'll inspect the bags. Last Monday, we had left a bag for Biscuit to play with. I finally went to pick it up to put it away and didn't realize there was a large cat inside, STILL! I was surprised.
One afternoon he came to hang with me during my quiet time. This is rare so I enjoyed every minute of his company. (My designated quiet time is at 2pm most days, sitting on my bed looking out the big windows.)
Speaking of Willoughby and Calicoes - I was going through old pics and found these of my cat Peach. I was probably 10 or so when we got her. She had been a wild kitten who came around and we fed her and soon she was our cat. She lived a nice long time and cemented my love for calicoes.
There was food. I did a big swerve away from baked goods into meat. First, I did try to make shortbread but it wasn't great. I think my butter was not cold enough and I overworked the dough. Bummer. But I'll try again.
I turned to this classic to make my favorite kalbi ribs.
We all love the kalbi ribs. Harper especially. Then I made a big batch of Kalua Pig in the slow cooker. YUM. I stuck half in the freezer for later.
I found a recipe for mason jar ice cream and decided to try it.
After shaking and freezing:
In a pinch it is ice cream! But maybe I'll try half and half instead of heavy whipping cream.
Made some lovely fresh hummus.
Was missing my Stokes Sticky Pickle terribly. Also missing England like crazy. Oh to be in England right now. So I had to do what I had to do and pick up some Branston pickle at Cost Plus World Market. Original being the only option. It's the best I can easily get here for under $10, but it doesn't taste as good as Stokes and the chunks are TOO BIG. British friends tell me you can get "small chunk" in England. But if I were in England I would get Stokes Sticky Pickle and the problem would be solved. Just being in England would solve so many problems. Oh England.
There were flowers galore. Two bunches of Peonies that opened beautifully and smelled heavenly.
And then this...this...miracle.
MY GARDENIA PLANTS BLOOMED!
I've never been able to keep a gardenia bush growing, let alone blooming, but after we redid the front garden four years ago I planted two of them and it's been A G E S.
But oh! They are heaven. I picked one and Harper picked one I put them in a tiny bud vase and basically carried it around with me so the scent was always with me. Especially at night on my nightstand. It reminded me of when I went to visit Auntie Martha on the Big Island years ago, before Harper was born. I did an interview with her for research and spent a night. In her darling guest cottage she had a small vase with three or four gardenias next to my bed. Dreamy.
Things are going to get much worse before they get better. Much much worse. But if I can find a gardenia now and then, I won't lose hope.