No room for complacency

It is appalling to me that all these conservative men are spouting off about women's health. 

Rape is just one of the variety of ways to conceive?  A pregnancy caused rape is God's plan? 
OMG!  

Perhaps I am in a time warp, and it is really 1950.  Or perhaps, those men are truly from Mars, or I am truly from Venus.  What other explanation can make sense of these absurd statements?

In their private life, I care not what these far-right conservatives believe.  But these are men who are seeking public office, and are promising to "legislate" their private beliefs.  Without resistance from those who disagree with them, these men seek to impose their personal (and likely their religious) views on everyone.

I hope that women are paying attention, and will make their voices heard in the voting booth.  There is much to lose if we are complacent.  

   

what is with me?

I have the hardest time making up my mind sometimes.  It is stupid stuff, like sorting my mail.  Keep or throw?  Too often I keep stuff that my more tidy friends would throw away without a second thought.   

The universe has poked me to reduce my clutter.  So, I started my project yesterday, and I have had constant thoughts about why I tend to postpone deciding what to do with certain things.  I am finding that sometimes I am just too darn lazy to deal with "it."  I would rather do "it" later.  Or, maybe I should think about "it" awhile before I know what to do with "it."  So, while I am waiting to make my decisions, I save up little stacks of this and that.  After my little stack has "aged" for awhile, I have no problem tossing the junk into the recycling bag. 

Oh, for Pete's sake!!

So it boils down to the fact that I am a "ponderer."  OK.  It seems that is my nature.  My task then, is to learn how to ponder faster!

And now on to my collection of crossword puzzles from the Sunday paper....

beets

I have conquered the tomatoes, grapes, basil, pears and parsley.  Now it is on to the beets.  And juicy, redness everywhere in my kitchen.  I find little red speckles in the most amazing places after I cook them!

Beets have such a sweetness on the tongue, and when combined with salt and pepper, they are amazing.  Cooking them makes my house smell like the earth.  Handling them makes me startled with just how red they are!  Even diluted, beet juice is so red that I find myself playing with it like a kid in science lab. 

Other than hauling the old vines away to the compost pile, the garden is done for the season.  I have once again grown a stellar crop of pig weed, quack grass, thistle and creeping charlie, in addition to some tasty vegetables.  I can only try to imagine how if feels to be a farmer who grows food on a large scale...bins and truckloads full of goodness.  My suggestion of the day:  kiss a farmer and say thanks for all the food we take for granted will always be there for us.