BUT I KNOW WHERE THE FLOWERS IS …
Today is the day. The very first day of Spring 2020. The technical beginning of spring, though having not had much of a winter, it’s been fairly springlike since last December.
The birdies are blooming in breeding colors. There are crocuses in the garden and shoots for daylilies and daffodils. What else is up? The bugs are happy because they didn’t have a winter. They are alive and breeding. It’s going to be a very buggy summer.
Another odd couple — Carolina Wren and GoldfinchOur Carolina Wrens are back and the Goldfinch have turned bright yellow. The House Finch have turned very red. Squirrels that fly, squirrels who leap, and bandit bands of raccoons all eat at our place. There were half a dozen doves on the deck this morning, doing a daily cleanup.
It is not quite springtime in the Valley as it is in other areas, but for this part of the world?
This is spring. Or kind of springlike. More or less springlike. We’re working on it.
I wonder where the flowers is?
Ah, they are indeed here.
In his amazing predictive authoring, Stewart revived the earth by a plague. Is it here?
The book is available in paperback from Amazon and as an audiobook. I have both versions. I’ve read it (repeatedly) and listened to it (at least another three times, once with Garry, who loved it). I’ve always been surprised it never became a movie, but I can see where it would present some serious cinematic challenges.
Still, it might make an incredible Ken Burns series. If you haven’t read it yet, this is definitely the time to read it. It is NOT depressing because everything works out as it should, though I suppose it helps to be a bit existential about the world, life, and humanity.
Garry wasn’t feeling up to grocery hauling today so I went. No problem keeping my distance. The store wasn’t crowded. there was no pasta, no bread, no paper goods of any kind. They did have freshly baked Italian bread and four loaves of cinnamon raisin bread (Garry’s favorite), so I bought them all.
The butter I usually buy was gone, so I bought the other kind. And cream cheese. No frozen potatoes so we bought actual potatoes and there were two nice-sized corned beef, both of which I bought. This is the only time of year I can afford a corned beef. It was a great dinner. I forgot to buy a cabbage, but we survived with onions and potatoes.
No chicken except wings. Not sure why there isn’t any, but I still have chicken left in the freezer so we’re okay. We bought more food than we usually do because we were pretty much out of food. Hopefully, we have enough food for a week. Maybe by the next time we need to buy food, there will be more things available to buy.
Meanwhile, our freezers are nicely packed and if we don’t run out of toilet paper, all will be well.
I took the pictures of the crocus on the way out and the tombstone for old Winston, the Guinea Pig. There are a lot of shoots in the garden. We need to scrape the dead leaves out. It’s on the calendar.
When Harvey Weinstein got nailed, everybody dumped all over him. Which I’m sure he deserved. They even tossed him out of the Hollywood Important People Club, ignoring all the other sexual predators who have been operating there since Hollywood became Hollywood.
Sexual predators are everywhere. They are in our homes, our churches, our schools, our sports teams. The number of adults and children raped by family members, boyfriends or girlfriends of family members is astronomical. Add to that the kids hit on by coaches, teachers, scout leaders, priests, pastors, bosses, dates, and total strangers. We even have one in the White House.
This was an ongoing horror show when I was a kid with a pedophile father. It has not gotten better. Victimized men and women still can’t talk about it. The weak laws and pathetic prosecution of these crimes make it unlikely a child who tries to report an adult will be believed. We automatically assume a middle or upper-class person with no criminal record can’t really be a criminal has never been true.
Not true. Never was true.
No criminal record usually means “never caught in the act.”
Is this going to change soon? It’s nice that Weinstein got whacked, but all the other Hollywood guys who do the same thing and have since … forever? I couldn’t believe everyone was so “shocked.”
SHOCKED? SERIOUSLY? REALLY?
Aw, c’mon. You’re kidding, right? Not only do laws need changing, but attitudes need changing. Given the state of the world, not to mention judges who are determined to not ruin that poor young lad’s life by making him do time for rape? Call me cynical, but I don’t see justice happening. I don’t even see a hint of it happening. Especially not in this bizarre world in which we live.
I do not see a single substantial change in the way unwanted sexual advances and/or rape are dealt with today than they were 50 years ago. We have supposedly better “laws” but we don’t observe them. We don’t even pretend to follow them. The courts don’t follow them, the police and prosecutors ignore them.
Women know it. And that’s why we don’t report problems. We don’t report date rape and we don’t report rapist fathers or mom’s boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off us. Or the boss who turns our working life into a living hell. Why bother? It won’t change anything and we aren’t going to save other women from the same fate.
The beat goes on.