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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Like a Nut-Seeking Squirrel

One of the biggest challenges that we have, storing all the food that we do, is keeping track of  it all.  It can get to be a little bit like a squirrel burying nuts in the yard - a little bit here, a little over there- until we find ourselves in the kitchen wondering whether or not we actually do have any corn for the dinner and, if so, where might it be?

We have come up with a solution to this problem and it is remarkably easy.  It requires paper (graph paper is nice), some tape and a pencil (or pen)
One of these posted at each of the freezers and at the cupboards that hold the canned food, and we can quite easily keep track to what goes in and what comes out.  Something new goes into the freezer - another square is added.  Something gets taken out to be used and a square gets crossed off.  Keeping a pen or pencil attached to the list ensures that no one can use the excuse of "there wasn't anything to mark it off with."

We try to make sure that all of last year's stuff gets used up first ,so that is typically somewhere on the top of the freezer to avoid having to unpack the entire thing.....but I am still trying to find that one quart of 2010 corn that is supposedly in there somewhere. 

Monday, November 14, 2011

Civil Disobedience and Fearlessness

I wonder what Thoreau would say about today's political/environmental/social situation?  Probably just what he wrote about the Mexican war and slavery in his own time.

"A minority is powerless while it conforms to the majority; it is not even a minority then; but it is irresistible when it clogs by its whole weight." - Thoreau 

Thoreau's writing of Civil Disobedience is what has led to countless non-violent revolutions around the world - Gandhi, King, , Apartheid in South Africa, anti-war demonstrations in the U.S. in the 70s...and it is what keeps the people camped out in tents at College Green in Iowa City in the Occupy movement.

This came up the other night because I was trying to explain to one of my children why we do what we do....it's a form of civil disobedience.  We don't necessarily break laws, but we don't really follow them either, at least with reference to the farm and what is considered "normal".

I waffle almost daily as to where I fit in to the socio/political scheme of things.  It used to be pretty simple....Democrat.  Now.....not so much.  The government has become too polarized and I don't think that enough of my ideas of what is right and good necessarily fit completely into only one category....nor should they.  For entirely too long we have tried to keep the two party thing working for us, but clearly it has ceased to work in any sense of the word.  For all intents and purposes, I am a free thinker.  I don't even like the word "independent" as it implies too much of a party and either the Democrats or Republicans work to coax the Independents into their camp to help achieve the majority.  I want the Independents to be the majority.  A majority of people that think for themselves and find someone electable without the input of corporate money and lobbyists.  Is that even possible anymore?

I saw a research study recently that was very interesting.  It examined the brains of members of the different parties and analyzed what part of the brain was used with relation to their political affiliation.  Liberal thinkers tend to have a larger anterior cingulate cortex, a region of the brain linked with monitoring uncertainty, which could help them cope with conflicting information. Conservatives, on the other hand, have a larger amygdala, an area linked with greater sensitivity to fear and disgust.

There seems to be a lot of "fear and disgust" being thrown around out there lately.  Turn on any T.V. talk show or listen for a few minutes to Fox news and you are made to feel the doom and gloom of the current administration.  I refuse to be this paralysed by fear.....but I am disgusted.  Disgusted that we are a people that are so quickly influenced by people who know how to use our fears to their best advantage. 

So, I stew about what to do.  Move away? - become an ex-patriot somewhere less stupid....less fearful? Or, do you dig in and try to make some kind of difference, however small.  So far, we have gone with the latter of those two options. 

My daughter was expounding the other day about what she wants to do when she grows up.  She wants to "do something"  not just sit around on a farm all day.  I tried to picture what she visualizes me "doing all day" from her 12 -year-old point of view, and granted....it didn't seem like much.  I go to work, I fix animals, I come home, weed things, write, read books, clean things....in short, a pretty quiet existence to a thrill-seeking tween. 

But, in the bigger picture, my husband and I are very busy....busy raising kids. Kids with the knowledge and understanding to be able to see what is going on around them in the world and possibly do something about it to make it a better place.  It is a very slow process to be sure, and often fret with more trials and tribulations than I like to recount, but we try to model for them what we hope will help them to "do something" later on in life- work ethic, patience, perseverance, deductive reasoning, equality, boldness....it is a tough job indeed. 

Of the things that we try to teach the kids, one of the hardest that I have found to teach is fearlessness.  "Don't be afraid."  How many times on dark, stormy nights have I said that to my kids and then found myself laying awake at night with the fear of what the world will eventually become for them.  But fear begets fear and it only paralyses, and it makes us unable to look at a situation rationally and act appropriately.

I remember being a kid and being afraid.  I was afraid of the bogey man that my brother swore lived behind the garage.  I was afraid that the house would catch fire at night and we would all be burned to a crisp in our beds.  I was afraid of being kidnapped because of my mother's constant warnings against "stranger danger".  I was afraid the world was going up in a blast of nuclear energy.   As a kid, you learn fear early and well.  The hard part is un-learning it.  And the even harder part is trying to help your kids unlearn it as well.  What I have come to understand through all the un-learning, is that the opposite of fear is not bravery - that is facing something despite the fact that you are still afraid.  The opposite of fear.....is knowledge. 



So, maybe we are hard wired to be what and who we are, or maybe it is learned from years of our parents teaching us not to talk to stranger danger.  The research study itself wasn't so sure which came first - the fear and then the conservatism or the conservatism and then the fear, but I don't think that we can stand to be stuck in this muddy government anymore, which brings me to another thought...

"...let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." 


Personally, I wish he could address that speech again to this nation of prime time, news program zombies that believe every horror story that they hear and then take that fear to the bank and proceed to tear the country asunder with their hatred of all things new and different.

I think the main thing that has conservative people upset about the whole occupy and civil disobedience thing is that it is out of the norm, it pushes the change forward, and for many people that movement of change is a frightening thing.  But it doesn't need to be if the fear can be un-learned. Civil disobedience requires fearlessness, it requires trust and it requires critical thinking.  I am hoping that maybe, by practicing as Thoreau suggested we can help our kids achieve a sense of fearlessness in this crazy world.   A little less of using the amygdala and a little more of using the anterior cingulate cortex would be good for us all.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Space Between

The space between Halloween and Thanksgiving is quite possibly my least favorite time of the year.  There are many reasons for this:

1.   Halloween is over and the next time there will be this much chocolate in the house is probably Valentine's day, which seems like forever.

2.   There are often elections and I am constantly, unrealistically hopeful that somehow, this time, people will be smart enough to elect individuals that will miraculously save the planet from the horrible tipping point it is about to go over.....and I am completely depressed every time.

3.   All the un-realized expectations for the year come home to roost - the green house that didn't quite happen, the fourth planting of lettuce that didn't happen, moving flowers that desperately need to be thinned and moved. And although, technically it isn't too late.....it's too late.

4.   The weather suddenly turns rainy and cold - not cold enough to snow, just cold enough to be dreary and miserable.

5.   The darkness starts to sink in earlier and earlier as the earth slowly rounds the corner on her mission around the sun and we speed the process with the "fall back" in our attempts at maximizing our sunlight hours.

 6.   I check off another year on my life's calendar.

The final reason is probably the most likely for why I enter into this late fall funk.  I don't remember when birthdays stopped being fun and started to be something that you more or less dread, but it happened a while ago for me. 

I would like to say that I have a great way of working myself out of this funk.....but I don't.  I wallow in it for a while.  Depressed by the dying flowers that hang on the vines, saddened by the small green tomatoes that never did get to the stage of ripening.  Resenting having to start fires to keep the house warm at night, and finding all the kids' coats, hats, boots and mittens that I know will, from now until May, lay all over the entry and drive me crazy.   I, quite honestly, am completely pathetic at this time of year.  I am a car out of gear and I can't seem to shift into anything productive.

Until it snows or Thanksgiving arrives....whichever comes first. 

If they both come together....well, so much the better.  The snow covers over all the brown and wilted and makes it look crisp and clean.  Thanksgiving officially kicks off the holiday season, although to enter into any shopping store around Halloween is to to be inundated with Christmas stuff - it's really kind of depressing.  I was in one craft store over a week ago and it looked as though Christmas had vomited all over one section of it.  I stayed well away from this section.....but, I digress...  By "holiday" I don't mean "shopping"  - I absolutely hate to shop, but I love the feeling of the holidays.  Family and friends near, card games late into the night, blustery snowstorms during which you can camp out in bed with a good book, spiced wine, the smell of pine trees.....  The first part of winter, before the cabin fever sets in and drives everyone crazy -that is the holiday season in my mind. 

Once this season rolls around, it feels as though I am finally in gear again to get something done in the house.  This winter's mission is to finally get a bedroom.  Yes, sad, but true.  We have been living in this house now for almost 9 years and my husband and I have been camping out in what I call "the wreck room"  Our bed is there, along with the computer and until recently a television and a ton of toys.  It was generally where the entire family would congregate at various times to try to watch a movie, play computer games or just generally come to harass me in my vain attempts at sleeping in.   Nightly, I typically crash into a computer chair or two and step on a Lego or Barbie shoe on my way to bed. 

No more.   I have visions in my mind of a quiet place of solitude to which I can retreat as needed and not be disturbed by my pack of children.  Maybe this is a bit of a delusional idea, but it is what I envision to try to help me get back in gear. 

Of course, what is required to make this happen is for me to move everything out of this room so that I (and my husband) can redo the floors, wall and ceiling.  This is a bit daunting to say the least.  Especially now.... at this time of year when I am busy being old and pathetic.....maybe after a few more pieces of Halloween candy, checking the weather report in the hopes of at least one more 70 degree day and sending off a few more letters to my delinquent Congressmen, or maybe.... I will just hold out for the snow.

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