Listening with laughter at the monkeys

Listening with laughter at the monkeys

You can’t get honey without bees

Landlord is crying for his money

Someone’s got to save the trees

What happened to my drinking water

What’s wrong with the air I breathe

Could we treat the earth like our daughter

Will Gaia bounce back when we leave

Science is only science when there’s profit

Just a tool to feed the greed

Send them to Tuvalu who don’t believe it

Let them face the rising sea

We’re drowning

We’re toxic

Suffocating

Endangered

Fracking idiotic

Greedy

Little people

Blind who see

But don’t believe

 Monkeys say that they know better

Just want us to believe

But the coast only keeps getting wetter

Who’s got aspirin between their knees

There’s no love lost for the commons

Money doesn’t grow on trees

The time has come to make our amends

Even the fish aren’t free

We’re drowning

We’re toxic

Suffocating

Endangered

Fracking idiotic

Greedy

Little people

Blind who see

But don’t believe

And M should be the scarlet letter

They should wear it on their sleeves

For the starving, it will get no better

When we don’t have any seeds

We’re drowning

We’re toxic

Suffocating

Endangered

Fracking idiotic

Greedy

Little people

Blind who see

But don’t believe

Enough ranting for one night.

Peace and love, the fighting mermaid

Noah and the boat and ADD

Despite the "(pending)" next to Noah's name on the family side of my facebook page, he isn't waiting to happen, and he is most certainly my son. The conversation we had on the phone this afternoon while he waited for me at Boys and Girls Club left little doubt.


Noah launching the Catalina that is in the cove.
 His boat is the orange sister parked in the front yard.

Noah: Hey, Mom, you know that focus medicine I take. It really works, but today it worked differently. I was so focused all day on cleaning out my boat, I couldn't think of anything else at school. It was so hard to think, Mom.
Me: What did you do in school?
Noah: What? I was thinking about cleaning out the boat.
Me: How was the science quiz?
Noah: It was the hardest thing ever. It took me an hour and fifteen minutes.
Me: Why is that?
Noah: I was thinking about cleaning out the boat.
Me: Wasn't it a quiz with your notes?
Noah: I left my binder at home so it wasn't a quiz with notes. It was a quiz with me thinking about the boat. I'm sure I got an F.
Me: Well, don't worry about it. You know the stuff even if the grade doesn't work out so good.
Noah and I have ADD. Focus can be either non-existent or tunnel vision. He's on the all A honor roll in middle school, but there is still the occasional really bad grade on something he knows well.  It happens when he just isn't thinking on topic.
I wish I could make grades less important with a wave of the wand. Make them float off in the wind.

Noah with Grandpa Jim on the Windrider 17.
Noah will learning to sail the Windrider 16 over the summer.

without edges

It was an edgy, busy week...

but the farm animals are not so critical.

One of Noah's bunnies. I tried to capture both of them...
the other is a lion-faced rabbit, but not so much interested
 in having his picture taken

Regal Hennie. She is sweet, but hopelessly
 in love with the little white rooster
...and she nearly strangled the other
hen in a fit of jealousy.
My mom put her in time out

Of course, our new pup, Henry is not a farm animal...
but he got in this group of pictures and I just won't delete him



Peanut, the pygmy goat. We love her.She is hard to photograph
 because she always wants to get too close to the lens.

Two of our three sheep. Sundae (black and white) started
out as Noah's 4-H project. The gal in front was purchased
 to keep Sundae company.

I could watch the ducks in the pond for hours.
 My two favorites are a pair of Indian Runner ducks,
but they must have been busy running instead of swimming

The chicken convention.  They successfully hid their eggs
 for the better part of a week, but we found them
yesterday along with a turkey egg.

The sign is back up...much thanks to Westly...
who happened by as we were struggling to hoist it up.

It's Sunday. There are rumors of snow.
Hot chocolate.
Movies.
Reading with Noah
(he's reading Steinbeck)
baking cookies with my grandma's xtra special oatmeal cookie recipe
Sometimes it's really nice to get rid of the edges.

Have a great week. -K

It's official.

It's official.
I am a liberal-heretic. Heretic-liberal. Whichever way that goes.
That's me.
I don't believe in any hell of God's doing...just the one we create here...when we should be practicing love.

I think a woman should have control of her own body.
I think it is demeaning when men and other women think they have better insight into a woman's life than she has herself.
I think all of these personhood amendments will open Pandora's box...the hypocrisy of the "conservative" small government in relation to the aftermath of personhood...
The non-invasive vaginal probe ultrasound?? Really. C'mon, people.

So go ahead...Attack my faith.
Attack my views on politics and gender.
Show me how restricting contraception and access to abortion helps the poor.
I'm really good at deleting hate mail.

I'm sorry about your problems with tax payer funds getting used to help educate and support poor women...
I don't like mine supporting wars which murder innocents...You see, I have pro-life leanings as well.
Apples and oranges?
Dig deeper.
Think harder.
Run the movie out...It's in black and white...especially for you.

There are some choices that are so personal  and so profoundly difficult, that they must be made only by the individual and her God.

Peace and love, Krista

I have loved hours at sea

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I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem That gave me heaven for an hour; First stars above a snowy hill, Voices of people kindly and wise, And the great look of love, long hidden, Found at last in meeting eyes. I have loved much and been loved deeply -- Oh when my spirit's fire burns low, Leave me the darkness and the stillness, I shall be tired and glad to go. -Sara Teasdale

the fog that lifted

Over the horizon
beyond silence
where converation ceased
was I the fog that lifted
in the early dawn
when I left the cloak of silent slumber
dripping wet in front of the shower
was I ever really there
was it a dream
And the something beautifully brutal
11-year old brown eyes
find me always
even in the invisibility
and turns a frown
into a smile
and fills my heart
and I am no more vapor
but solid and
present
learning to sing.

Guacamole makes me smile.

Guacamole just makes me happy. It makes the sun shine brighter and the stars just dance. Today at work I spent hours a few moments just marvelling at how that bright green bowl of sunshine works its magic. My wonderment was interupted by my friend Liz who hollered back at me while I ate chips and guacomole as a late breakfast, "hey Krista, doesn't that have a lot of fat in it?" Only good fat. I found myself defending the guacomole. I can't help it. It makes me smile.

I fully intended to get online to find scientific evidence that guacamole could wipe out depression, cure seasonal affective disorder and maybe even eliminate my need for insulin... but I really don't have time for avocado research. And I really don't want to know that it might be too high in fat or that there could be a limit to how much one person should consume--a recommended daily allowance that I'm sure I far exceed...so I'll just end with my ideal guacamole recipe, keeping in mind that I don't measure anything and would make it even if missing most of the ingredients. Don't try it if you don't have an avocado!

4 perfectly ripe avocados. If you buy them hard, put them in a paper bag for a day or two.
2 cloves of garlic (or more...if you're home alone with a good book like Julia Alvarez's In the time of  the Butterflies)
2 limes squeezed and one meyers lemon (a regular lemon will work here too, and in a pinch I've just stirred in some frozen limeade or margarita mix)
hot sauce (as you like it-I like it HOT)
1 or 2 chopped tomatoes (my favorite is called granadero, but at this time of year I just use the grape tomatoes)
1/2 a large diced onion (most recipes call for red onion, but I like mayan onions so I use those... and if I have none-- and its summertime-- I go outside and pick a bunch of wild ones)
Cilantro (I like it, some people don't. It's optional as are all the ingredients except the first).
Mix it all up. Serve on warm corn tortillas...yum and smile.

So there you go. Instant sunshine and happy days.

Peace and love, Krista

ps. I am struggling with my disappointment in the Susan G Komen Foundation's decision to pull funding from Planned Parenthood. I've always been a huge fan of both organizations for what they do for women's health...especially for the less affluent.  It is time for more guacamole!!!