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Monday, July 30, 2012

Tisha B'Av

I didn't fast but probably should have.

http://www.religiondispatches.org/dispatches/sarahposner/6227/romney,_tisha_b%27av,_and_lds_temples/

Monday, July 23, 2012

Ramadan

I saw and heard a lot of great music this weekend.  Seeing Amanda Palmer eating with Jason Webley before her show is an example of how small the world felt at times.   This song sticks out.



But the ukelele song was great too.  These sisters opened for her at a a benefit show to send audio information gadgets to Saabaalong.  I was happy to have Rosie visit!



I had social activities with friends and coworkers.  Brunch and a picnic in a park with beer, cake and curry, garbanzo bean, and cucumber salad.  I also saw a Woody Guthrie tribute at a benefit for CRAG who will be hosting my favs the Black Lillies.   And caught some rays and couple of acts at PDX PopNow including White Fang:




Thursday, July 5, 2012

No dependents

Today my second baby turns 18.  It seems both harder and easier to take care of someone else than to take care of myself.  After years of being a mom who took care of my seemingly helpless kids, I haven't seen myself as an old lady who would need help from her children. But now I'm starting to see it as more of a possibility, especially as my old father worries about my future.
The Fourth of July is a good day to eat cherries.  I take it as a sign of my transition from midwesterner to northwesterner that I now prefer Rainier cherries to Bing.  The strawberry season didn't do much for me this year, but I'm looking forward to blueberry time.  I think that gritty little bit of skin that blueberries leave behind in my teeth is what makes them healthy.  I don't feel the same way about raspberry seeds, which come to think of it, seem to be being bred out of raspberries.  The ones I've eaten lately don't seem as seedy as I remember from the old days. 

I'm old now.  When I was young I liked to read and think about the olden days when people rode on covered wagons to their new homesteads.  Now when I talk about the old days I refer to a time I experienced, when people had groovy clothes and I didn't realize how fast time passes on.