THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
For most of this week, I felt I was flying high. I attended my second meditation class and met a new adult person there. He just moved to the area with his wife and four kids and wanted to meditate to 1) not yell at his kids and 2) not have all of his friends be his wife’s work friends (He’s been a stay-at-home dad for nine years). I asked him where he’s from and what he likes to do. Interestingly, he was flabbergasted, and I wrote about why here, on my ASL blog. We both like horror, which is ironic given the topic of the class is anger.
I’ve been trying to meditate at home, just ten minutes a day, but I keep falling asleep, which does not have the same benefits as for realzies meditation. This definitely means I am Biscuit’s daughter, as she is prone to sleeping through both movies and audiobooks. Thankfully, she made it through Where the Crawdads Sing, which I watched with her when I visited last weekend.
As a nightly ritual, Nick and I water all the outside plants. Sometimes I get lost thinking about all the water restrictions in other parts of the country (and world), but my plants bring me happiness. I remind myself that I don’t have children using up water, and I don’t even shower every day. Finally — finally — I found two zucchini growing! I jumped up and hugged Nick, and the moment would have been 100% perfect except I learned how freaking sharp zucchini plants are.
The toad was back again, hanging out in his corner. “Hey, Toad Man!” I say, despite not knowing if the toad is male or female, nor caring. Sometimes I watch in the back-up camera on my car so carefully to avoid running him over that I forget to check my mirrors. Let’s be honest: I’d be more upset about killing the toad than smashing my expensive car mirrors. Saturday morning we were awakened by thunder, and as I headed out to visit a hospice client, I saw Toad Man bopping back and forth by my garage door (this is new behavior). Nick later saw the same thing on his side. Is Toad Man on patrol? I did accidentally let a bird in the garage, so maybe he’s sharpening his bayonets.
Thursday I had another garage sale lady (the Kim & Judy show!) coffee date! Oh, how wondrous they are! They brought me fresh cucumbers and farm eggs and we talked and talked and talked and one cry, but talked more. Eventually, we ended up outside where they eagerly collected pine cones out of my yard for crafting projects, flipping up their shirts to use as aprons. Kim investigated my bushes and discovered I’ve been throwing downed branches and garden weeds on top of blackberries.
And then Friday I don’t know what the hell happened, but my anxiety was serious. I had trembles and was very spacey. I drove to volunteer with the Friends of the Library and made some impatient driving choices I was not proud of. Afterwards, I felt lost, so I wandered around in my car looking for garage sales and found only one, where I bought huge Christmas tree — my first as an adult.
When I got home, a dirty rotten mole had left two huge mounds in my lovely yard! I mean, this mound is the size of my head! When I went to inspect, I saw the mound was moving. I called up Nick and ordered he pick up the scariest traps. No, they are not humane. What are we to do, release the mole in a different part of the yard? Someone else’s yard? Maybe Toad Man’s sentry business should have forewarned me there was a traitor in the ground.
I tried to calm down by going inside and reading more about the group that hosts the meditation classes I am in: the New Kadampa Tradition. LOL, Google has informed me that I probably joined a cult, so yeah, Friday was a huge mental wash. Whether this is true, as many religions have problems that could be categorized as cultish, is not the point. The point is my brain is now mistrustful of my class, and full of doubt.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POST
Alright, second strike. Last week it was The Cherry Robbers, and now it’s We Hear Voices by Evie Green. You ever get the feeling that someone who knows nothing about a certain genre went out, rented all the worst B-movies of the genre, watched them, and then wrote a book in that genre because they felt they’d done their homework? No?? Okay, maybe that’s just me and my experience with We Her Voices.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POST
Lindy West is not new to me, and I find her humor pretty spot on. Thanks to the 45th president screaming “witch hunt!” any time he was accused of something, we now have The Witches are Coming. But was it a great idea to write a book about a cultural moment while it was still happening? The Witches are Coming was published in 2019, and my review is Wednesday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 202
Owned Books on TBR Last Week: 185
Owned Books on TBR Today: 186
*I am reading my own books, but I’ve bought a few recently.