Screen-Free Benefits

Screen-free evenings are creating new habits and patterns in our lives. Now, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, we can’t just settle in for another evening of mindless streaming, social media, or video games. We have to find other ways to amuse ourselves. We’ve done a lot more reading. We’ve also had a lot of family game nights. Last Thursday’s game was Bananagrams, a game which is a lot like my day job. After we were done playing, Marshall and I built a word grid together that included references to “Star Trek” (such as the word QUADRANT crossing ALPHA, BETA, GAMMA, and DELTA) and words from his recent science classes (such as ORGANELLE and CYTOPLASM). I thought that this was more fun than playing Banagrams by the rules, and for us to enjoy the game more as a family we need to adapt the rules so that we are working together rather than against one another.

The pattern of screen-free evening shows itself in our Internet usage, my husband reports. It’s also starting to show itself on my blog. My husband asked how I’d managed to a post book review on a Tuesday. The answer is that I had scheduled the post in advance. Between work and screen-free evenings, I don’t have much time for writing blog posts during the week, so I have to write them on the weekend. When scheduling posts for the week, I rarely get past Wednesday, so Thursdays and Fridays tend to be left empty.

It will be interesting to see if these new habits and patterns continue. Screen-free days are sometimes difficult for all of us. There are times when the kids complain, and that’s frustrating. I feel their pain. I really do. I sometimes find screen-free evenings to be difficult, too, and I’ve tried to make the kids understand that. Screen-free evenings are not some terrible parental method for torturing children. They’re good for all of us, and we all need them.

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Dodie Said It

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

Dodie Smith
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SITY: A Plant With Potential

Starflower
5/10/2021

This cute little plant is starflower. Though I’d seen it in the woods before and identified it, I’d never gotten around to writing about it. Then, earlier this month, I found it growing on my property, below one of our larger trees, and it seemed like the perfect subject for a SITY post.

Starflower Against Tree Trunk

The blossom of starflower is small, no bigger than a fingertip. The U.S. Forest Service says, “Many gardeners do not find starflower to be showy enough or to flower long enough for their tastes.” I can see their point. But, starflower grows in patches, making it more noticeable. It also has those beautiful leaves to set off the white of the flowers. Here it grows among Canada mayflower (another common white wildflower), but it bloomed slightly before the Canada mayflower this year, and presumably it will again in the future. That means there’s a window of time in which it could shine.

The Forest Service goes on to say, “If you are working in woodland shade garden it does add to the diversity of wildflowers in this type of naturalized planting.” I’m a big fan of diversity. I also like convenience, and what really makes me welcome starflower on my property is that it requires no special care. Once it’s well established, it’ll just keep going, all on its own. If I ever get around to making a landscaping plan for our plot, which is something I ought to do, then starflower will be included on my list of plants to propagate. Nature saw fit to plant it here, and it deserves its shot at landscape glory.

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Tricky Tick

I recently found a dog tick crawling across the floor near the front door. It must have hitched a ride into the house on someone’s shoe. I’m so glad that I saw it and removed it before it had a chance to latch on to one of us, but I’m also disturbed to have found a tick indoors. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. This has happened before.

So obviously it’s time for that unpleasant dose of Reality that we seem to require every single spring. Reality is that this area is tick infested. There is no place that is safe from ticks. We tend to think that some parts of the yard are safer than others, because it has been the case just often enough for us to believe it, but it’s not true. Ticks don’t recognize boundaries. They don’t know what’s “near the woods” and what’s “near the house,” and they wouldn’t care if they did. Grass is grass. And, because ticks can be transferred between things and between people, if any one of us has been outside, then all of us need to check ourselves for ticks at the end of the day. Better safe than Lyme-infected.

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Reading Report: Three and Three

Smoke and Mirrors by Barbara Michaels, Grade: B+

In Smoke and Mirrors, young Erin Hartsock has moved to D.C. and needs a job. Her parents’ old friend, Rosemary White Marshall, is running for a Virginia Senate seat, and Erin asks her for a paid campaign job. Rosemary, though perpetually short on cash, inexplicably takes her on and is justly rewarded: Erin is a hard worker, willing not only to do menial office work, but to cook and clean and take care of fellow campaigners.

After Erin joins the campaign, there are some disturbing events, including a few cases of petty arson. Taken as a whole, they suggest that someone is taunting Rosemary about a dark secret from her past, a secret that could destroy her political career. Erin and coworker/love-interest Nick play amateur sleuth, hoping to discover the truth before anything disastrous happens.

Overall the story was a bit dull and the various elements didn’t quite gel, but there were a lot of things to like about it. For one thing, Michaels went out of her way to champion equality for women and people of color, even going so far as to imply support of the LGBTQ community (though it was not called that back then). She took stands that might have been unpopular with some readers, and I applaud her for it.

She also tried to shine a light on the dark side of politics in this country, and I suppose it might have been illuminating for some people at the time, but it’s nothing compared to what we all know these days. It did, however, remind me that all the horrible stuff that we’ve been dealing with in politics recently is all part of a continuum. Certain situations might have gotten worse since then, but they’re not new. Reading this book was good for my sense of perspective. So I gave it a B+, because reading it was a positive experience, just not quite so wonderful that I need to keep the book.

The Master of Blacktower by Barbara Michaels, Grade: B+

Damaris Gordon’s father, an eminent scholar, has died. He left her with so little money that she needs a job. As well educated as she is, she thinks she should be able to get a job as a gentleman’s secretary, even though traditionally that’s a job for men. So she advertises. Most people think it’s highly unseemly of her, but Gavin Hamilton, a very distant relative, takes an interest in her and offers her a job reorganizing his library. So accepts and sets off for Hamilton’s ancestral home in the Highlands of Scotland.

Hamilton is a frightening and mysterious figure. He has a disfiguring scar on his face, he always wears gloves, his wife is long dead but under suspicious circumstances, his daughter is unable to walk even though there’s nothing obviously wrong with her, and he lives in a faraway, isolated manor. There’s even a grouchy and untrustworthy old servant. It was all very Gothic.

The story was a bit silly at times, but it was generally likable in the way that so many Gothic romances are. Had Hamilton been a tad more likeable, and had the ending been a little less abrupt, I might have given it a higher grade. It was a close thing, but I gave it a B+ for being enjoyable to read but not worth keeping.

The Dark on the Other Side by Barbara Michaels, Grade: B+

Linda is married to Gordon Randolph, a man who excels every field, be it sports, teaching, the arts, or politics. Married to such a rich and successful man, she ought to be happy, but she sees and hears things that terrify her, things that no one else sees or hears. Dark things. Is she mad? Some people think so. She feels trapped, and when all else fails, she turns to alcohol to numb herself. A crisis is already looming when Michael, the biographer that her husband has hired, arrives on the scene and stirs things up. Can this man help her escape from her nightmare existence?

Barbara Michaels had a formula for her novels, one that went beyond the standard elements of genre fiction. In books with paranormal aspects, she always included a scene in which some of the characters, at least one of which was a skeptic, discussed the historical, philosophical, and theological ramifications of their situation. She also always had one or more characters quoting lines from old literature. She was well-educated, and it’s possible she felt like she had to show us that she knew her stuff. For me, though, these additions always seem tedious and/or cringe-worthy. This particular novel had too much of it, or I’d finally just had enough of it. Either way, the book didn’t work for me. It’s a pity, because in many ways this was one of her better written books, and she had me well and truly hooked for a while, which is why I still gave it a B+.

Oh, well. I had been hoping to find one more of her novels that was worth keeping, but now I am down to just three (The Walker in Shadows, The Wizard’s Daughter, and Be Buried in the Rain). The odds are not so good.

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SITY: A Lovely Metaphor

Four-leaf clovers aren’t rare. Neither are five-leaf clovers. I find them all the time.

Two Clovers from My Yard

Though they’re not rare, four-leaf clovers are something that you have to train yourself to see. First, you have to look at the ground. It is often said that people don’t look up, but neither do they look down. The ground, like the sky, is virtually invisible, something that people tend to tune out, but it is full of wonders for those who care to look.

Simply looking down isn’t enough, though. You also need to train you brain to isolate the shape. Once you do, you may be able to find four-leaf clovers in any stretch of green that has clovers growing in it. At the time I took the picture below, I had already picked six mutant clovers from that patch, but there were still plenty left.

Patch of Mutant Clovers
Some of the mutants may be hard to spot due to the way the leaves are facing and the poor lighting, but there are a few obvious ones.

Here is what I see in that patch of clover.

Mutants Abound
There are at least five 4-leaf clovers, plus an unusual 5-leafer and a 3-leafer on which one leaf is almost split into two.

No, four-leaf clovers are not rare, but I still can’t help believing that they’re lucky. That means that I am a very lucky person and always have been. As a child, I used to find four-leaf clovers in my parents’ yard, too, as well as clovers with even more leaves. I once found a 12-leafer. It must have been three times as lucky as a four-leaf clover, and how lucky I was to find it!

Here is the best thing: if four-leaf clovers are both common and lucky, and if they’re something that people can train themselves to find, then anyone can be lucky. All they need to do is learn to look for luck and recognize it when they see it. And if that isn’t a lovely metaphor, I don’t know what is.

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I Just Gotta Say…

The CDC announced shortly before I got my second dose of vaccine that vaccinated people no longer had to wear masks. I was a little cheered by the announcement. I mean, hooray for normalcy! And it’s great to know that vaccinated people are unlikely to spread the virus. But I was also a little dismayed, and the more time I have to think about it and see the way people are reacting, the more dismayed I become. So I’m going to share an updated version of the journal entry that I wrote about the announcement at the time it was made, because I need to get these feelings off my chest.

The first thing that bothers me is that I can’t trust the CDC anymore. Does anyone? This pandemic was their chance to shine, and boy, did they not. So, when they tell us something that is at odds with what we’ve been hearing from other epidemiologists, it just makes me question the CDC’s credibility even more.

Second, I may not be a doctor, but I do know that the vaccine works well against some variants and less well against others. I know that there may be variants already in existence or soon to arise that could evade the vaccine entirely. The virus may be flagging here and, to an extent, under control, but it is spreading rapidly in other places, and new variants are popping up all the time. It’s important to note that some of those other places had seemed to have the virus under control, only to face a devastating new wave of infection later. So, we would be foolish to think that our vaccines are bullet-proof and that the pandemic is over for us.

Then there are the social and political issues that go along with masking. You just know that the people who don’t want to be vaccinated are going to give up masking too, and indeed there are already reports of that happening. The majority of people are probably going to go unmasked now. Those who want to continue wearing masks could face ridicule, or worse, from both the extreme Right and the extreme Left. And though individual states, towns, schools, and businesses may have their own mask mandates, those mandates have lost the strength that the CDC backing gave them. There are those will ignore them now, saying, “The CDC says I don’t need to wear a mask, and I’m not going to.”

Looking at it from another angle, it’s unwise to ask some portion of the population to wear something distinctive that the other portion doesn’t have to wear. None of us ought to be branded that way. That’s been done before, as any student of history can tell you, and it’s a bad idea. That alone ought to be enough reason for all of us to continue to wear masks. Besides, WTF happened to “we’re all in this together”?

And let’s not forget how hard it was to get people to wear masks to begin with. If they’re told later down the line that they need to start masking again, how will they react? I can just imagine. They were mulish enough the first time. They might refuse entirely next time. We’re all weary of this pandemic, and none of us would want to mask again. It would feel like a step backward.

Lastly, there are some people who cannot be vaccinated, either because of age (like our children) or because they have medical conditions that prevent it. What protection do they have now from the unvaccinated who refuse to mask? Very little. Most of them will continue to wear their masks, for the small amount of protection that that offers. But, we have been told all along that masks are more effective at blocking the spread of the virus at its source. That is, we wear masks for other people, not ourselves. Now, that protection is gone.

So, the CDC announcement seems premature at best and full-on stupid at worst. They should have waited. A few more months of masking weren’t going to hurt anyone. The more I think about it, the less optimistic I am. But done is done, and all we can do now is hope that the CDC hasn’t just made yet another blunder. I will continue to wear a mask myself, if only to encourage others to do the same.

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Plant Tales

  • The biggest story in the yard these days is the massive reproductive efforts of our trees. There are remnants of fall acorns everywhere. There are seedlings and saplings all around, too, not just baby oaks, but also maples and birches, and some other things that I do not recognize (but hope to soon). And now every surface is littered with birch flowers, pollen, and pink-winged maple seeds. The air is unhealthy from all the pollen. It’s making me sick, not just sneezy, but lung-congested and fatigued. This is a part of spring that I do not love.
Ugh! What a mess!
My car is so filthy with tree crud that I’m going to have to hose it off before going anywhere.
  • I found a stand of what appears to be autumn olive along the side of the road, just off our property. Given the invasive nature of the plant, it will spread, and I expect that I’ll find it growing in my yard within the next couple of years.
Looks Like Autumn Olive
It’s a pretty plant. If it weren’t invasive, I wouldn’t mind having it as a neighbor, but it is invasive, so I’m not thrilled with its proximity. The berries are said to make good jelly, and picking them would reduce the plant’s spread, but foraging along heavily-traveled roads is a questionable practice. Plus I’m a little afraid of foraging something so unfamiliar anyway. It doesn’t matter right now, though. The berries won’t develop for a while yet.
  • The Jack-in-the-pulpit is still alive. My husband has left it alone, and so have the deer, which is encouraging. Maybe we’ll actually see the flowers someday.
  • The lily-of-the-valley has sprouted again in spite of having been chewed down by deer in the past, but it has not bloomed this year, and I’m not sure it ever has. We started with two plants, and there are now perhaps three, so the spread has been minimal. I’m not sure whether to be sad or relieved. I love lily-of-the-valley, but it’s no good to me if it won’t spread or bloom. OTH, if it were to spread and bloom, it might become invasive, and we already have enough invasive plants.
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Everything I Know Is Wrong

On Tuesday our regular morning routine was interrupted by a toilet delivery. It’s not every day that toilets are delivered to one’s house, so it seemed worth mentioning. However, since a random toilet delivery would be an especially odd and even disturbing thing to happen, I should also mention, in case you haven’t already guessed, that we’re updating our bathrooms.

Also worth mentioning is that these are Toto toilets, which use little water and require little cleaning, supposedly. I’ve read the cleaning instructions, and though they don’t say “Everything you know is wrong,” they might as well. No bathroom cleaning product that I currently use can be applied to these special toilets. Nothing abrasive, not even standard toilet brushes. No bleaches, alkalis, or acids. In fact, the instructions recommend dish soap and soft cloths. Once the toilets are installed, I will have to totally (or should I say Toto-ally?) rethink how I clean.

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Pretty as a Flower


Seeds as Pretty as a Flower
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