I won't let the terrorists win

Along the lines of our post 9.11 attack, when we decided to do everything we'd planned anyway, otherwise "the terrorists will have won."

In that spirit, though we never thought the terrorists would be on the Supreme Court, I'm blogging as usual, so the religious terrorists won't have ruined everything. I'm taking the actions I can to fight back, but meanwhile I plan to enjoy what I can, too.

Outside, in wonderful weather, sunny, warm and with low humidity, I could take a lot of this, a baby rabbit came to visit and check up on what I'm growing for him to eat.

The fence project disturbed the earth, bringing up subsoil to the surface and now plants are appearing, some of which I recognize as great big weeds, some may be from long ago plantings or wildflowers. Can anyone identify this?

It's not prickly, nor like a vine, nor a tree, and I'm hoping that the knowledgeable blogistas who read here can help.  

Meanwhile the potatoes are starting to flower 

Look closely. Little white dot in the middle.

Misfits arrived yesterday, lovely summer food

The carrots and squash will go in a soup, yes, even in summer I like soup, you and me, e!

Then Butternut Boy will get his seeds, he'll be thrilled, though he has registered a protest about the disrespectful name, since his given name is Cyril S Squirrel. The s doesn't stand for anything as in Harry S Truman, no period, look it up.

Back to earth, I now have dates for the eye surgeries, the first on July 14th. Bastille Day. I seem to land on significant dates for these things, second Covid vax April fool's day, and I was afraid they'd shout no vax for you, April fool! 

Second one August 11. Then with post-op visits, two per eye, the summer will pretty much be devoted to healthcare. And putting together the thousands it will cost.

The insurance-covered procedure according to my own eye doctor, will be inadequate to fix the massive astigmatism.  May as well go for it, and pay the freight. No insurance covers it, even my secondary, I checked. 

Anyway it better work is all I can say.

And since nature, art and poetry will save us all

The white space in art and music carries a lot of meaning. The moment after the sound stops. The significance of every object.

You don't need mind altering drugs for this, just the artist's perception.

I finished and highly recommend the Pollan book, which I read along with Life after Life

They echo each other in a lot of ways. Worth reading together, like two unusual foods which work surprisingly well. 

The Atkinson is about the idea of reincarnation and the possibilities of reliving your life, maybe with the wisdom of knowledge about outcomes. 

It also reminded me of "Sliding Doors".  Keeping in mind all the possibilities, without seizing on the first one and clinging to it. Moving like an artist, in fact, open and receptive, not anxiously judging.

As you see, ink, brush, pencils, chalk.

Happy day everyone!

Hold on, better days ahead. Sooner or later.