Monthly Archives: October 2011

Occupy Spokane: I have Terrible Timing

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We went down yesterday afternoon to the Occupy Spokane rally, but we have terrible timing. Late arrival meant we missed the part of the rally by the fountain, but we thought we’d still have a chance at setting up at one of the three smaller gatherings down the side of the road- except that I forgot to eat before we left, so we had to find a snack. After a short meal, we headed out to find a place, only to find that two of the three smaller gathers had faded into just the one usual 24/7 group.

I gave up. We’ll try again next time!

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Occupy Spokane

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There’s an Occupy protest here in Spokane. Part of me really wants to attend, since I’m one of those folks who has very little money in spite of working for it. (I refuse to use the catchphrase. I always feel like it takes away my individuality.) I am a stay at home mama, but I was working before I got pregnant, and my husband goes to school full time and works as many hours as he can get. He worked 60 hours weeks when we were first married, in two and three jobs at a time, trying to support us in an economy where one person working full time making minimum wage could not afford rent and bills- and that was ‘bills’ without having a phone, a TV, internet access… just utilities.

I want to support them, but I’m not politically minded. Someone asked me once why I didn’t vote. I replied that the system of election relies on the dedicated voting of informed, intelligent voters- and I did not qualify. If you don’t understand it or you’re easily swayed by propaganda, it’s best if you -don’t- vote.

I was looking for a really great strip from the Ozy and Millie comic strip by Dana Claire Simpson, but I just can’t seem to find it.

I found it! (Ozy and Millie do not belong to me in any way shape or form and I fully credit artist/author Dana Claire Simpson for her wonderful works!)


So, instead of going down and protesting something that I don’t fully understand, I’m going to go down and support the people who do understand. Warm cocoa and tea, infusions of warming, nourishing herbs, and a place to sit with a warm blanket are all universal.

I’m all about the universal.

Mothering

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I’m finding myself much less inclined these days to find facts and figures, to soapbox about issues, or to rant and rave.

Instead, I’m finding myself reading for pleasure instead of education- more fantasy and science fiction, my childhood loves. When I do read birth books, it’s for the stories of graceful births of all sorts- but mostly I’m reading a lot of Mercedes Lackey and Anne McCaffery.

I’m watching funny shows on TV instead of documentaries about babies. I’m cooking again (with the help of a rolling chair, since I can’t stand for very long due to anemia) and I’m playing with my son more.

That last seems like it should be common sense- enjoy time with my boy before it has to be divided up three ways, but I was really caught up in making sure I was prepared. He spends a lot of time with my folks, so my time with him is special because I don’t get worn out. It helps a lot, him spending weekends on Grandpa’s farm. He meets corn and pumpkins, learns about dirt and growing things, meets horses, harvests his own meals, and sees precisely where a lot of our food comes from- but also, he’s spending time with my dad, and that’s important to me. (My dad was awesome when I was little.)

Days like today, I really am exhausted. My boy’s sleeping, and I should be too-  instead, I’m taking a few quiet minutes to make a post, since it’s been a while, and to eat some fresh made bread (which is fairly dense and doughy and clearly I need more practice at this!) with butter.

Weekends away from my son mean that I get a fresh renewal of delight every single week. I don’t really have the opportunity to grow frustrated and irritated with every little thing (outside of the obvious, when I’m tired and he’s tired and we’re butting heads). I can’t take for granted that tomorrow morning, we can try again- because tomorrow morning may be Saturday and he’ll be gone.

Anyway, today’s been a nice day. Shopping for groceries, cooked Cream of Mushroom soup via this fantastic blog in preparation for another of her recipes tomorrow, and made fresh bread for the first time with the breadmaker. Baked potatoes for supper, and it was lovely. Leftovers become hashbrowns tomorrow morning, one less fuss for breakfast- probably hashbrowns and eggs, so we have some protein.

Now, for a last glass of milk, and fervent prayers that the only bottle/nipple I can find in the house comes clean after soaking in hot water and vinegar. Because that sour milk smell? NOT appealing.