Thursday, July 11, 2019

Odd Things

Kim found this in our yard the other day.  He has been busy building us an unattached sauna and while he was collecting rocks for the foundation he ran across this carved rock.

It weighs close to two pounds.

Any guesses?
If I'd carved this, it wouldn't have ended up in the trash heap;  or the dirt.
Someone went to a lot of work.  At least that's how it appears to us.
I wish we knew the origin.  Or the artist.  Or the age.

In knitting news, we visited Glacier National Park again with both my children and all four grandchildren this past week.  It was a great time.

Friday, May 31, 2019

North Fork

The North Fork area did not disappoint over the Memorial Day weekend.  We rented a cabin in Polebridge for two nights, then stayed in the campground at Bowman lake for a third night.

Such a pretty area.  The ONLY thing I wouldn't recommend is the hike to Lower Quartz Lake.  Our guide book said it was a "good walk for kids".  Those kids would need to be Olympic contenders in my book.  The eight mile round trip hike contains a lot of steep uphill hiking.  And the lake is underwhelming.  Maybe the other two Quartz Lakes are worth the hike though.  There is a loop.

Although the weather wasn't the best we still had a good time.

For more detail you could watch my podcast. 

Sunday, May 5, 2019


Sometimes the sky is a perfect blue and the weather is warmer than usual for spring time and I'm just not feeling it. 

I need to keep in mind that there are times when people I meet are just not feeling it either.  And that can come across as possibly "rude" or "distant" or whatever name someone wants to apply.
But it may just be withdrawal due to a myriad of reasons.  Maybe that person is feeling down.  Or depressed.  Or just received some bad news. 

Those of us looking on just don't know.

We all realize, I think, that social media can gloss over the down times of our lives.  But we need to remember that those bad times exist.  For all of us.

And hopefully we can give the people we meet a little more leeway.

And sometimes a latte and a macaroon cookie can help.  A bit.
And a little alone time.

Time spent with the grandsons can help too.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Book Review

I just finished reading "White Fragility, Why it's so hard for white people to talk about racism", by Robin Diangelo.

I have to admit, I read this book because of a controversy which started on Instagram.  At the time, I was confused about what was happening on Instagram.  There was a lot of anger, a lot of finger pointing, a lot of talk about a lack of inclusion.  My first thought was, well, if people of color want to be included they should just jump in and be included!  Simple, right?  The more I read the comments from POC (people of color), the more I realized I really didn't have a clue what was going on.  I was living in my happy little "white" world. 

So I found a book from the library on race relations and attempted to read it.  WAAAAY too religious for me.  That book constantly quoted from the bible.  NOT for me.

I sent that one back (I don't remember the title), and put "White Fragility" on hold.  

Finally received the book.  Now I'll be buying it.

Think you aren't racist?  Think again.

What I like about this book;  NO GUILT.  As the author writes, guilt doesn't help.  LEARNING helps.

Robin Diangelo is a white woman, if that helps remove any fear you may have of reading this book.  She's the first to admit she's racist.  She explains that being white and not being a racist is impossible in the U.S. 

Here's an excerpt from her chapter;  How Does Race Shape the Lives of White People?

"I was born into a culture in which I belonged, racially.  Indeed, the forces of racism were shaping me even before I took my first breath.  If I were born in a hospital, regardless of the decade in which I was born, any hospital would be open to me because my parents were white.  If my parents attended a childbirth preparation class, the instructor was most likely white, the videos they watched in class most likely depicted white people, and their fellow classmates with whom they built connections and community were also most likely white.  When my parents read their birthing manuals and other written materials, the pictures most likely depicted primarily white mothers and fathers, doctors and nurses.  If they took a parenting class, the theories and models of child development were based on white racial identity.  The doctors and nurses attending my birth were in all likelihood white.  Although my parents may have been anxious about the birth process, they did not have to worry about how they would be treated by the hospital staff because of their race.  The years of research demonstrating racial discrimination in health care assure me that my parents were more likely to have been treated well by hospital personnel and to receive a higher caliber of care than would people of color."

"Conversely, the people who cleaned my mother's hospital room, did the laundry, cooked and cleaned in the cafeteria, and maintained the facilities were most likely people of color.  The very context in which I entered the world was organized hierarchically by race.  Based on this hierarchy, we could predict whether I would survive my birth based on my race."

"As I move through my daily life, my race is unremarkable.  I belong when I turn on the TV, read best-selling novels, and watch blockbuster movies.  I belong when I walk past the magazine racks at the grocery store or drive past billboards.  I belong when I see the overwhelming number of white people on lists of the 'Most Beautiful'.  I may feel inadequate in light of my age or weight, but I will belong racially.  For example, in 2017, singer Rhianna introduced a makeup line for women of all skin colors.  Gratitude from women of color poured in.  Many of their tweets included the exclamation 'Finally!'  These are tweets I have never needed to send."

I belong when I look at my teachers, counselors, and classmates.  I belong when I learn about the history of my country throughout the year and when I am shown its heroes and heroines-George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, Robert E. Lee, Amelia Earhart, Susan B. Anthony, John Glenn, Sally Ride, and Louisa May Alcott.  I belong when I look through my textbooks and at the pictures on my classroom walls.  I belong when I speak to my children's teachers, when I talk to their camp counselors, when I consult with their doctors and dentists.  No matter how I might explain why all these representations are overwhelmingly white, they still shape my identity and worldview."

(I added the underline and bold)

I highly recommend this book, obviously.  But it's not for the faint of heart.  It will make you think.  It made me wince many, many, times.  It made me think, think, think.  I love the way the author approaches the subject of race with white people.  I WILL read this book again.  I will probably add all kinds of highlighting to it so I can refer, remember, and try to learn.

I really recommend you give it a go.  What do you have to lose besides your own white fragility?

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Dining Out

Kim and I decided to eat out last night.  I love trying new places.  And there are plenty to try around here.  You just have to be willing to drive a bit.  It took us 46 minutes to reach this place.

We live in the orange circle.  We drove to the red marker.

The restaurant is called The Raven.  My daughter warned me it was kind of a "dive".  I didn't mind.  I'd been wanting to eat somewhere near there for quite a while.  The view of Woods Bay, where the restaurant is located (and is also the name of the town), is beautiful.  Just a partial view of huge Flathead Lake.

I started off the evening with a Huckleberry Fizz.  Delicious.

Then I switched to a Porch Pounder;  sour and slower to go down.  Which can be a good thing, right?

Kim went with the Peanut Butter Cup Porter.  Who would have thought peanut butter BEER would taste good???  It tasted GREAT.  Kim said it was probably the best beer he's ever drank.

There is plenty of outdoor seating for better weather.  Lots of people chose to sit outside last night, the temps were perfect;  in the 50's.
I didn't take pics of our food.  (I know, crazy, right?)  We started off with chips and salsa, then I ordered their fish tacos with a salad;  really good.  Kim had a burger and fries which he said was also very good.

There were some real characters present.  We met a woman who won on The Gong show years ago and who used to have a singing act in Las Vegas.  Then there was the couple with their young son who just moved here four days ago from Florida of all places. 
I had also chosen the Raven for the promise of live music that night.  Well, it was live.  And you could recognize most of the songs.

Kim and I had an enjoyable evening out.  It's always nice to shake up your senses by going someplace different.

Lovely sunset, too.

And I have already reneged on my decision to stop my knitting podcast.  I missed it already and decided to stop being such a whiny baby.  Who cares how many subscribers I have if I'm enjoying what I'm doing?
You can find the newest one here if you're interested.

Friday, April 12, 2019

It's Coming

Spring.  A few signs.

The snow is melting.  Really.

And daffodil sprouts have been spotted.

The chickens have been running around.  Here is our Lakenvelder;  Bonbon.

And one of my orchids bloomed recently, adding some color inside our house.  This is a rare occurrence for me;  having an orchid bloom again.  I'm surprised at how long lasting those blooms are!  There were three of them and they were greatly appreciated.