Then, at the store, where just the day before was the garden center, there are all these containers. Wonder what’s in them? Ho! Ho! Ho! After all, it was September 25.
And one day, someone shared this on Facebook:
I loved it so much, I immediately crafted one myself out of stuff I had around the house. Well, the picture I had to print out from an online plethora.
I can hardly wait to see which visitors to 1880 try to straighten it up.
And I love my Subaru even more. I always wondered about the logo:
I actually learned the answer to it on Jeopardy this week! It represents the six stars of the Pleiades that are visible to the naked eye. Love it!
This week and every week, if there is a sunny spot to be found any place in the house, Rosie finds it.
Apparently the sun passed over the celestial equator very early this morning at 1:23 PDT.
Here at the 45 parallel north, all I need to know is that on this magic day, the sun always rises exactly behind the giant fir tree directly out my east window. Faithfully. Twice a year. At exactly 7 a.m.
Snapping this picture can be a bit challenging as I have to lean over Rosie who usually waits for the sun to rise, not just on equinoxes, on her personal window seat.
This is a very hot topic in Oregon right now, voters having approved its recreational possession and growth last spring.
Last week the Salem City Club’s first forum of the new season was about marijuana. The two speakers were a very knowledgeable woman who grows and sells legal medicinal cannabis. The other was the chief of police. On opposite sides of the issue, they were very friendly and congenial with each other, having served on several study groups together.
Medicinal marijuana has been legal here for a while. Recreational pot awaits the setting of local guidelines to be readily available. The city council met last night and voted to allow its sale on October first. Possession and home growing, in very limited amounts became legal in July. You can have an ounce, if you’re interested. All this is still illegal federally.
A number of interesting questions were asked at City Club following the presentations. My favorite was from an elderly woman, even older than I. She struggled to her feet and took the microphone and asked, “What is meant by ‘recreational?’ ” The chief of police responded, “It’s what everyone did in college.” The woman quietly said, “No.” and sat down.
No. Me neither. And, being a goody-two-shoes, I didn’t drink either until my 21st birthday and never developed much of a taste for it.
But I digress. I think it would have been very helpful if the woman dealer/grower, had provided all in attendance at the City Club meeting with a sample following lunch. Then we might have had a greater understanding.
Clearly, I’m no expert, but I do know, from my experience teaching at the Indian school that if I could out law one or the other, I would choose alcohol. Its effects are much more devastating.
On a surprisingly related topic, back here at 1880, I had to have two ancient rhododendrons taken down.
This, unfortunately, revealed, across the fence, my neighbors’ very tacky-made-from-recycled-junk greenhouse where, my gardener pointed out, they are already growing their legal limit of potted pot plants.
On a personal note, about all I have to say about pot is, if my doctor ever needs to prescribe it for me, I want to be able to take that prescription right up to the pharmacy counter at Fred Meyer’s and not have to go to a shop downtown called Club Pit Bull Cannabis.
I never really get this holiday. I think it originally had something to do with supporting labor unions. Now, it seems like a day not to go to work and to celebrate the end of summer. For example, I went kayaking and came home for our annual Saginaw Street Block Party. Works for me (pun intended).
This morning, reading some very odd news articles, I began to think about work and how different people relate to their jobs. Several sage thoughts came to mind:
Hard work is a really good thing.
Whatever you hired on to do, you must be willing to do it, qualified to do it and then do it, for heaven’s sake!
If you are a teetotaler, don’t take a job as a bartender or a flight attendant.
If you belong to a religious sect that mandates modest dress, don’t audition for the Rockettes.
If you take a job at a government entity, you must not violate the law of the land
You must abide by the rules; e.g., an airline pilot must show up sober.
It stands to reason that if you are a paraplegic, you can’t sue a dance company for discrimination when you aren’t hired.
A school teacher said grammar doesn’t matter and she would not correct grammar. Wow!
If you have been hired to do a job and find that for whatever reason you can no longer fulfill your duties, ask to be reassigned or resign.
I’m not a person of faith in the traditional sense. I often explain that I am a practicing Episcopalian but a believing Unitarian. I am certainly not Roman Catholic, so I’ve never been at all interested in what popes have to say. Nevertheless, I am deeply moved by what the current pope recently wrote:
I can hardly wait to see which visitors to 1880 try to straighten it up.
