Friday, July 01, 2005

at work

Well, I ended up having to go to work today after all. Our state legislature and governor finally agreed on funding for part of the state government, including the part that I work for. They have a four month session to get the job done, but in the end it comes down to partisan negotiations, trading cuts in health coverage for the working poor for no tax increases for the wealthy, and sneaking in all kinds of questionable line items that no one has time to debate about. Business as usual.

Okay, return to Sand Creek Almanac. I try to keep politics out of this journal as much as possible, because there are many more uplifting, less boring things to write about.

My washer is fixed and ready to go, thanks to Lehman's who still carries parts for old washers. I had a good talk with Grandma the other night when she called. I asked her what her method was for washing and rinsing, and I could tell she always preferred the wringer washer and line drying clothes over any other method. We even got into a little discussion about herbal medicine. She had seen a book on using herbs, and she thought that sounded much better and healthier than modern drugs. I agreed and told her what I've learned lately about dandelions and stinging nettles. It was so nice talking with her because most of my other relatives tend to have an unfaltering belief in science and if I told them I've been drying nettles for tea they would think I've finally gone off the New Age hippie edge.

The particular gourmet four-leggeds got into my garden last night, dining on red lettuce, spinach (which I was planning to pull and reseed anyway), and broccoli. From the way they eat the tops of the plants, I would say it was deer. It's probably foolish and naive to have a garden around here and not think the deer will get to it eventually, even though they have plenty of other stuff to eat this time of year.

On the way to work and daycare this morning, the kids and I had a good discussion. Vincent was asking me about rivers: the Kettle River that we cross every day, and the Mississippi, into which the Kettle, and Sand Creek, eventually flow via the St. Croix. He asked if any rivers in Minnesota were connected to the Missouri River. I had to think a minute, but yes, there are a few in the extreme southwest corner of the state that are part of the Missouri watershed. Then out of nowhere the thought came to me:

All waters are connected. We may live at the headwaters, near the divide, but eventually all the waters come together.

That will give me something to think about for a while.

3 comments:

Erich said...

Your son must be smart. Many adults don't even consider watersheds, let alone distinguish them. I have had similar thoughts about the connectedness lately...hmm.

madcapmum said...

Hi Deb!

I've been spending some time going through your previous posts - wow! I haven't read them all yet, but the more I do read, the more impressed I am.

In one old post, you were talking about depression. My Mennonite grandmother, the oldest of 10, was in charge of all the household duties by the time she was ten years because her mother "was sick". She just took to her bed. So yes, it certainly did happen, and part of it was because of the hard, hard life they led. And the hardness of it left no room for childish nonsense, even in my mother's generation, which led to some fairly brutal discipline. (I'm not talking about a swat on the backside every now and then!)

I'm really enjoying my time here, and I'll be back regularly. You give me lots of food for thought.

Deb said...

Erich-yes, he is very smart and insightful, and I don't say that just to brag. He's been devouring "Calvin and Hobbes" books lately, and appreciating some of the subtleties of the humor that I as an adult enjoy.

madcapmum-Thanks for taking the time to read this! It's nice to find that there are some kindred spirits around; that's the fun of blogging.

We have some farming neighbors across the road who have lived a tough life, and I have heard incredible stories about how the kids (my age and older now) were disciplined. I feel fortunate to have the amenities that I do, most importantly the time to let my kids be kids and indulge them with love and affection, instead of forcing them to be slave labor at an early age.