Happy Labor Day

In celebration of the American Labor Movement, which brought the American worker such hits as “The Weekend” and “Holidays Off,” I am going to celebrate this day with lazy time during the morning and spent with friends this evening.

Thank you, Labor Movement.

Living the staple free life

I think the thing I missed the most was twisting at the waist. If I twisted to reach a book or pet a cat a staple would pinch or stab me in the belly. I’m gently grooving on not being constantly stabbed by an industrial zipper’s worth of staples.

I made myself an afternoon cup of coffee to celebrate. I made it an afternoon cup because coffee interferes with iron absorption and I’m taking an iron pill with kiwi at breakfast. I’m taking to try to get my heme up post surgery. I lost more blood than expected because I was under longer, and so I’m very anemic.

Coffee only interferes with iron absorption if you take it at the same time as your supplement.

Coffee betrayed me. It sent me to the bathroom very quickly with stomach cramps. Sparing the details, at least it offset the side effects of the iron pills.

They say slow and steady wins the race. I am trying to be good and get healthy again as quickly as possible, through careful, slow and steady progress.

It still sucks when you’re watching all your friends cotton tails bounce off down the road away from you. There are only so many rabbit videos I can watch, after all.

After Hysterectomy: the nap-enings

Yesterday marked two weeks since my surgery.

I tried real pants (read: jean shorts) vs yoga pants for a short time yesterday. I could do it, but not for all day. I did it to “go out.” I went to lunch with some friends. Nothing huge. Just an hour of something to break up the day.

It was so nice to see people.

It was also nice to come home, take off those jeans shorts and put on yoga pants. I did that, and then I took a nap. The ability to keep on real pants, not have a ton of seepage/weeping from my incision site, and my general lack of stamina are real barriers for me.

I napped in my computer chair and I napped on the couch. It was a day full of naps.

I’ve been carrying around a pillow for my belly, which I’ve named Gary. You spend this much time with something and it gets a name. I have no idea why its name is Gary. I’m tending to blame pain meds for that one.

Gary is a rather plain 18-inch throw pillow. He wants to be more fabulous. You spend this much time with a throw pillow and believe me, you learn its hopes and dreams.

My friend, Shawnna, brought me a cover for Gary the belly pillow. It was a touch small for his awesomeness, so now Gary has a smaller sassy friend.

Gary’s smaller sassy friend. Gary not pictured.

I haven’t spent enough time with Gary’s smaller, now sassy, friend to be on a first name basis. Also, the good pain meds ran out, which might also account for a lack of name. I put Gary’s smaller sassy friend on my belly while I was napping on the couch to protect it from cat attacks.

To protect my belly. The cats don’t seem interested in attacking Sassy Pillow. They do seem to be interested in loving it up, so there’s that.

To be fair, the cats just want to love my belly up, too. It only feels like an attack. Maybe if they didn’t spend so much time circling before they decide I need “love.”

The cats circling near my computer chair.

Next up: making tea. That’s about all the excitement I can handle right now.

Countdown

At the time of this writing (and I write the night before I post things), I have 36 hours left until my surgery. I’m feeling a little nervous about this. Okay, more than a little nervous. Unsettled enough that I’m finding it hard to write.

I still have so many things I want to complete before the actual surgery and so little time left. Tomorrow I’ll be working from home to complete the last of the things I need to finish up at the day job before I’m out of the office for six to eight weeks.

To Haley and Nathan

Today is your wedding day.

I’ve only gotten to know Nathan a little bit. He seems like a good hearted young man, hard working, and kind to animals, all qualities that are good in a person. I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you’re not looking at him. You are his world, Haley, and that seems the way a marriage should be.

Haley, I still remember when I first met you and your sister. You guys were young. I’m so bad with kids. I wasn’t sure where the lines between friendship and family fell back then, but I loved you both immediately. You weren’t “AJ’s little cousins.” I always felt like you two were the gift of two more nieces to go with my own Adriana and Sam.

I looked forward to your visits. I enjoyed AJ telling me about how things were going in your lives when you called or wrote her. It may not have always seemed like it, but I loved every crazy minute of your life and your sister’s life.

As you’ve gotten older, I’ve watched you blossom into an amazing young woman. You’re fearless, passionate, and astonishingly sensible (which I have to admit, I wasn’t sure you were going to achieve when you were a teenager.) As you move into the next part of your life with Nathan, remember the courage and the fire that drives you now and continue to temper it with your wit and reason.

Something will go wrong today. Maybe several somethings. None of that matters. What is important is that you’re with family and friends to celebrate coming together with your person, Nathan, to build a new branch of both your families and to cement the bonds of the life you’re building together.

Today something incredible and new begins. I wanted so very much to be able to be there to share it with you. With my surgery next week it just wasn’t meant to be. Please know that I am there with you in spirit even though I cannot be there with you in person.

All my love to you and to Nathan.

The yearly attack of the killer tomatoes

It started slowly this year, with a smattering of grape tomatoes a few at a time. I’d hoped for a few more than we got. At least we weren’t overwhelmed by them again this year. Last year this time I was drowning in grape tomatoes and had no full sized fruit.

It seemed like it was taking forever for the full sized tomatoes to come in.

It started yesterday.

The onslaught continued tonight.

I ate four whole tomatoes myself. Two of them I sliced and broiled with mozzarella on top, like mini all tomato and cheese pizzas. The other two I just sliced in half and ate in hand with a sprinkle of salt. I need to figure out something to do with them. Maybe a tomato and onion quiche since I still have eggs I get from the friend whose wife breeds chickens as a hobby.

There’s an insane number of jalapeños on the plant in the garden. Three just fell off into my hand while I was checking them. I need to figure out what to do with them, too. Salsa seems so ordinary, but I like that it’s simple to make and very tasty.

There was a handful of blackberries, but I ate them, too. I think there will be enough for one more cobbler’s worth for the freezer before the blackberry canes stop producing for the year.

Iron frog station

The first time I went out to the random word generator at creativity games looking for a writing prompt, it gave me Iron Frog Station. Such evocative words. I thought it was a great prompt!

What to do with it, though?

What sort of place would Iron Frog Station be? If so, why is it called that? Does anyone live there? Are iron frogs a creature or are they an object?

Is this even a story prompt at all, or is it something else entirely?

There is a little cast iron frog in my garden, a replica of an antique door stop that my father cast, which sits in my garden.  Does it dream of traveling to far off lands?

I wrote the idea down in my notes and then tucked it away it away. I like the sound of the words together. I just wish I knew what to do with it. I’ve taken it out a few times since then hoping to find it’s marinated enough to be ready. Not yet, though.

Zombie society

I’ve been thinking a lot about zombies lately. I mean more than usual for me. I’d been dwelling on the idea of zombie society before George Romero passed away.

Right after he passed away, I thought I wanted to write something about how enjoyable I find his films. He’s influenced my writing with his stories outside the horror genre as well as with Night of the Living Dead. I started digging for a little Romero on Romero, trying to understand better how he thought about his work as a creator and the father of the zombie film. I found some interesting articles where he talks about his own influences, including I Am Legend, by Richard Matheson, which I recall reading some time ago.

I also found this quote of Romero’s.

I don't want a zombie society. I don't want to go that far. -- George A. Romero

It’s been worse ever since I found that quote. The zombie society thoughts, I mean.

I know he intended it to mean that he doesn’t want to deal with the idea that zombies might have a society. Having just re-read I Am Legend, I can understand the desire to stay away from the topic. If the monsters are too human, they cease to be monsters. It leaves the hard question: If they’re not the monster, who is.

Robert Neville, Richard Matheson’s protagonist, had one answer to that question.

Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew that he did not belong to them: he knew that, like the vampires,  he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed.

Whether Romero thought that was the ultimate answer or not is uncertain. Either way, he didn’t want to ask the question or attempt to explain it. It is the question I keep coming back to, though. When we recognize the ‘other’ has become human, and we understand that, but keep treating them as if they were monsters, who is the real monster then?

When we accept the ‘other’ as no different than ourselves but keep treating them as something else, worthy of destruction only, have we become the monster? Or were we always the monster, but have awoken with the self-awareness of what our actions make us? Or is it just as Walt Kelly said,”We have met the enemy, and he is us?”

The question seems significant. If we accept the idea that zombies represent consumerism in its most indifferent form, then everything that flows from consumerism is as much our fault as a collective of mass consumers as it is the fault of the people who encourage consumerism.  From the destruction of natural resources and exploitation of workers to pollution and the erosion of the middle class, we helped shape the world we live in for the worse. 

Having awoken to the problems that arise from mass consumption, the siren call of minimalism beckons, and that brings a new set of problems. Firstly, there’s the issue of shaming everyone for the problems caused of mindless consumerism, which tends to assume all consumption is mindless and that shame is a good technique for affecting social change. The second is straight out classist politics surrounding minimalism. As I’ve commented before, it’s easy to say it’s a point of pride to have fewer things when you can afford just go out and buy what you need when you need it. The working poor can’t do that. I couldn’t do that until a few years ago.

Besides, we all still need to eat. There’s no getting around it.

The minimalist might well be the general standing against a zombie horde. What if that horde is mindful consumers who buy what they need on sale? What if they find joy in the security of knowing, for example, the tools required to fix their car when it breaks down are right in their trunk? What if they only have time to go to the laundromat once every two weeks and require enough clothing to go that long between trips?

If zombies are consumers, how do you tell the story of the mindless consumer that’s respectful of the mindful consumer? Where is the intersection of zombie and human society that isn’t Romeo and Juliet with the dead? I mean, I loved Warm Bodies, (though I preferred the book,) and that story has been told. It was about warmth and human connection, not consumption.

I still have thinking to do on this, but I’m getting closer.

We the People Walk

In order to form a more perfect body joined yes.fit back in June. Yes.fit does virtual races as a motivator for exercise goals. You work at your own pace. They’re against yourself. Depending on the race you can record walking, running, biking workouts, or even kayaking/canoeing workouts toward completion of the goal. As you make your distance, you get pictures of what you would see along your route as well as inspirational updates to help keep you motivated.

I finished my first race, the Race to Oz, in mid-July. I’m not going to lie. I did it for the medal because it sure as hell wasn’t for the pictures of the terrain between nowheresville and Liberal, KS. Look, another flat as hell shot of Route 54.

I’m now working on the We The People Race. Sophie and I put miles on that Sunday night. We’re 34% of the way through. I get an interesting picture of Philadelphia sent to me (and eventually a t-shirt.) Sophie gets a walk which suits her just fine.

Sophie-dog likes walks! Yes, she does. Oh, yes, she does.

I have 21 miles of 32 total left. Sophie-dog and I walk three miles on our walks. In theory, we can finish this race up right before my surgery.

Then I can start the Alice’s Adventure: Cheshire Cat race to track the mileage I log during the first weeks of recovery. That’s a 24-mile jaunt, which I expect will take longer than my current adventure in rambling since surgery is going to put me down for a bit.

Don’t worry. I’ve already talked to my doctor about this, and I’m allowed to do gentle walking as part of my post surgical recovery. I have no plans to overdo it.

I just want to have some way of seeing progress during the first weeks when I’m not allowed to do anything more than gentle walking.