Yesterday was back to “normal” day. I drove over and got to work planting more seeds in the propagator, watering the garden, doing yard work, etc. S glommed on to me and followed me around like a nonstop chatter machine. The other kids eventually woke up and did their thing. E baked, and their friend S came over. Avdi ran errands, turned leaves into mulch, and accomplished things on his checklist. Eventually we all wound down and had our always lively Sunday family charcuterie meeting. Then I drove home.
I’ve been reminded multiple times that my days of borrowing the car are numbered, as one of Jess’s kids will be using it. I never take such things for granted anymore, and appreciate the chance when I get it. No matter how we crunch the numbers, I can’t afford a car/expenses. It’s just the reality of being a low-income person. So I’m enjoying the mobility while I still can.
I should also reiterate that this Blahg is mostly a journal or log of my average day to day experiences, thus its mind-numbingly humdrum recurring themes. My life is never boring to me, but I make no claims of gripping, compelling entertainment. In fact, it’s more like a reminder that in this 21st century world of genocides, injustice, brutality, fascism, climate change, you name it, here and there it’s still possible to create a small sanctuary or refuge for marginalized humans in your own backyard, literally. It may be the only way humankind survives on this dying Earth.