Pizza, Veggies, and the Supreme Court
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lydamorehouse We're all sitting around at home waiting for the pizza delivery guy to show up from Davanni's. It's a pseudo-celebration (also no one liked my dinner plans for tonight, which were going to be potato soup and popovers*) because we stopped off at the Science Museum to get Mason's paperwork done. He came home with an official KAYSC lanyard and badge. His first official day of work is Saturday. I can not WAIT to hear how it goes.
Besides that, the most interesting thing that happened today was that Naomi and I went to the Farmer's Market. We actually go fairly regularly on Tuesday mornings. There's one in Roseville in the parking lot of the Corpus Christi Catholic Church that runs from 8 am to noon. I try not to go overboard when I shop there, because my family is not super crazy about veggies. But, I couldn't resist the green beans, jicama (which I was meant to share with Naomi, but she forgot her half), potatoes, lettuce, and a bouquet of flowers for Shawn. I should really bring my camera next time, just because I think half of my impulse buys are based on how pretty everything looks. Maybe if I took pictures I could resist spending money on food that only I will eat. I think I still have leftover daikon, sweet potatoes, green onions, and a lovely giant eggplant from two weeks ago.
This was always the problem with the CSA, too.
I'll eat it all eventually, but my family will ingest very little of it, alas.
I think I'm talking about all this mundanity because I can't stand to think about the travesty of justice that is the whole nomination process of Brett Kavanaugh... especially since resistance really feels futile in this circumstance. The Republicans have stopped pretending like they care and we're in the minority. I just don't see how this isn't going to end up as a done deal and it's making me feel helpless and soul-crushed. If anyone out there has some advice for survival techniques let me know? I was looking through volunteer opportunities thinking that maybe I might feel better if I were somehow more engaged in triage--stuff on the ground that will make real world/real life differences to people's lives. Yelling on the internet isn't cutting it for me.
Probably we'll get through this, but I sure would like the revolution to start soon.
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*I should note, this will likely be tomorrow's dinner. Everyone was just in an "tonight?" mood about it.
Besides that, the most interesting thing that happened today was that Naomi and I went to the Farmer's Market. We actually go fairly regularly on Tuesday mornings. There's one in Roseville in the parking lot of the Corpus Christi Catholic Church that runs from 8 am to noon. I try not to go overboard when I shop there, because my family is not super crazy about veggies. But, I couldn't resist the green beans, jicama (which I was meant to share with Naomi, but she forgot her half), potatoes, lettuce, and a bouquet of flowers for Shawn. I should really bring my camera next time, just because I think half of my impulse buys are based on how pretty everything looks. Maybe if I took pictures I could resist spending money on food that only I will eat. I think I still have leftover daikon, sweet potatoes, green onions, and a lovely giant eggplant from two weeks ago.
This was always the problem with the CSA, too.
I'll eat it all eventually, but my family will ingest very little of it, alas.
I think I'm talking about all this mundanity because I can't stand to think about the travesty of justice that is the whole nomination process of Brett Kavanaugh... especially since resistance really feels futile in this circumstance. The Republicans have stopped pretending like they care and we're in the minority. I just don't see how this isn't going to end up as a done deal and it's making me feel helpless and soul-crushed. If anyone out there has some advice for survival techniques let me know? I was looking through volunteer opportunities thinking that maybe I might feel better if I were somehow more engaged in triage--stuff on the ground that will make real world/real life differences to people's lives. Yelling on the internet isn't cutting it for me.
Probably we'll get through this, but I sure would like the revolution to start soon.
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*I should note, this will likely be tomorrow's dinner. Everyone was just in an "tonight?" mood about it.
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