I finally ordered food for my little tree. I have been starving it because I simply hadn’t gotten around to getting food for it. I hope I haven’t killed it.
I have pellets coming from Bonsai Tonight. Shipping cost half the price of the pellets but I can live with that.
I believe in the Big Bang and I believe it is the breath of God and it is God. Exhale creation, inhale entropy. And it is all Now. That part of the Now that forms into Ingram is part of Us before we are born and part of Us when we separate out of the moment we inhabit as individual particles and return to the greatness of All. And the part of Creation that was his life is still happening.
I am still laughing with my grandmother. I am still gossiping with my dad. I am still holding my infant son and I am still fucking up all they ways that I did that, too. And my future is unknown to me, but it is already happening, too. Not as it is supposed to happen, simply as it does happen.
So, that part of the liturgy that talks about “as it was and is and evermore shall be” really works for me. My dad is with me forever, I just can’t hold his hand any more. The particle of Now that is “me” misses that and cries sometime.
I do not believe that the Breath and God are separate. I believe Singularity.
My Nanny (paternal grandmother) was a constant gardener. She canned or preserved anything she had enough of to put in a jar. When my uncle was situated with a yard big enough to plant in, he followed her example. His uncle, her brother, used to get bean seeds from a local general store to send to his nephew in Nashville, TN.
When Nanny died, we pulled out all the things she had put by and everybody got an equal portion. Except, she had taught me how to make pickles. So, I traded my pickles for quarts of beans. And had no more for 2 decades.
Four years ago, I called that general store to see if they still carried Hamby bean seeds. My uncle’s garden was gone as his dementia progressed and his uncle had been gone almost as long as his sister. And they do. They don’t usually sell the little hobby garden size package, but they sold me a quarter pound of seeds. They weren’t (maybe still aren’t) set up to take a credit card. So, they sent the seeds to me with a bill enclosed, trusting me to send a check back to them.
(Of course I did. Shut up.)
My dad, never a gardener, has been delighted with the flavor of his past, when I share.
Hambys are pole beans and have a fairly short production period. But, they put out like crazy for for the 3 or 4 weeks they do put out. They are a great, meaty bean and the seeds turn lavender when you cook them.
We have 4 tepees this year and this is our first harvest.
Yes. I’m bragging. Whatever.
Monday 4/11
My Friend’s Rubber Ducky “In a tipsy fit, Joseph kidnaps an old friend who owes him $5,000, enlisting the aide of his hipster girlfriend and stoner roommate.” This was hilarious. Pot, tai chi and a kidnapping. Everyone involved did an excellent job.
Jacqueline (Argentine) “This mockumentary follows an unnamed director and narrator (Wyatt Cenac) down to Argentina, where he’s filming Jacqueline, who claims to be blowing the whistle on a plot to assassinate an Arab politician.” Didn’t live up to my hopes. The title character came off as a flake rather than an international woman of mystery. And, if it was meant to be funny, it failed.
Francofonia “A history of the Louvre during the Nazi occupation and a meditation on the meaning and timelessness of art.” This was wonderful. When it is available, I will watch it again.
Tuesday 4/12
Salero “When the future arrives to Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni, one of the most secluded places on the planet, the destiny of this ancient salt flat is unearthed and one young salt gatherer becomes the last link between the old world and the new.” We were moved. It was thought provoking.
Thursday 4/14
Journey of a Thousand Miles: Peacekeepers “…follows three women in an all female, predominantly Muslim unit of police officers sent to post-earthquake Haiti as UN Peacekeepers for one year. The mission challenges these women while shattering commonly held stereotypes.” We liked this a lot. Geeta Gandbhir and Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy are names we should remember when looking for documentaries.
Cameraperson “Exposing her role behind the camera, Kirsten Johnson reaches into the vast trove of footage she has shot over decades around the world. What emerges is a visually bold memoir and a revelatory interrogation of the power of the camera.” This was an interesting memoir.
(Dinner at Willow’s Bistro with 3 Sextons)
Friday 4/15
Heavenly Nomadic “A family of nomads live in the high, remote mountains of Kyrgyzstan in Central Asia…” This is slow and lyrical. I enjoyed it very much.
Chevalier “In the middle of the Aegean Sea, six men on a fishing trip on a luxury yacht decide to play a game. During this game, things will be compared. Things will be measured. Songs will be butchered, and blood will be tested. Friends will become rivals and rivals will become hungry. But at the end of the journey, when the game is over, the man who wins will be the best man. And he will wear on his smallest finger the victory ring: the Chevalier.” This was very funny.
NC Shorts 1 (Oops.)
I didn’t kill any of the trees.
Since the cedar made it though last winter OK, I wasn’t surprised that it survived this one. It was mild and rained a lot. However, I didn’t protect the maple in its little pot and it lived, in spite of me. And I had a hard time remembering to water the juniper. It would rain for several days and I didn’t have to do anything. Then, it would dry out for a couple of day and I would be terrified that I had left it alone too long in the mulch and that it was dead.
But, I was wrong!
So, I’m pleased with myself and feeling like it is time to shop. I need wire cutters, wire, more potting medium and, maybe, a pot for the cedar this August.
I am the Audience 