Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
I asked Joy for this picture and she sent it to me in literally seconds. Ah! Anyway, the good looking one is Joy, and that’s me in a pink polyester lei from last year’s Pride – I gave away my plastic peace bling from last year to one of Nita’s MAWO buddies – and the Queen’s Fluffiest Pillow t-shirt number one son gave me. Okay, I’ll stop grinning if and when I ever feel sad again.
The Luddite’s over and we’re having a low key conversation.
I call major amounts of BS. Maybe it is true that fertilizer/pesticide grown products are not ‘nutritionally’ superior,
BUT
Did it not occur to these bozos that maybe people are prepared to pay a premium for products that aren’t coated in pesticides and other crap? And, I hate to say it, but virtually all of the organic produce I’ve eaten in the last couple of years tasted way better than the regular stuff, especially the bananas. Mind you, I haven’t done a blind taste test so I might have my head up my butt for that. Anybody want to do some science with food?
It was so hot here yesterday that after an hour at the back clinic in the lovely air conditioning I thought I was going to melt when I went outside. Fortunately I didn’t have to go home on the bus; Katie and Paul texted me and invited me for dinner. I picked up some Cutthroat and a singleton tequila cooler for Katie (there’s never anything she wants to drink in the fridge at her dad’s (or here either)). They cooked me pork chomps, fresh organic swiss chard (O my GOD it was good), tater salad, caesar salad, rice and gravy and there was fresh fruit and yogurt for dessert but I was too full at that point. It was entirely yummy and flavoured with that “I didn’t cook it” sauce that makes everything taste so good.
I have not so great news; business is slow at the eyecare place so Keith’s hours have been cut back to zero. Now he faces the choice of looking hard for another job in the field which he might not get or asking Superstore for more hours.
Came home and really I should have put the air conditioner on but I popped open both doors and got some – not a lot, but some – air going through here.
Look at the time. Urk. Must run.