They see me but I don’t see them

This morning, my friend K Lynn had a request. It was prefaced with how hard it was to ask. She asked if I could be on her list of people to call when she is scared for her life. She doesn’t feel safe out in the world. She is black. Her vulnerability and sharing brought me to a whole new level of understanding. The ramifications of yesterday’s events  in NYC central park, Central Park incident , and Minneapolis George Floyd incident , bring up lifetimes of pain and injustice.
KL is beautiful, smart, funny and strong. Some of my better healing belly laughs have happened with her. Those characteristics are missed by some because of her color.

She explained, they see me, but I don’t see them. I don’t know which policeman is racist and which is not, which grocery store clerk is or isn’t, if the paramedic who is called if I am having an emergency is or isn’t.  “They see me, but I don’t see them.”

So yes, I will be on her call list. I will stand up for injustice when I witness it and otherwise.

I share this conversation with her permission.

Petition to arrest police who took George Floyd’s life

Real love

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This picture came up as a memory today. Elizabeth has been at the forefront of my mind lately. She raised me from infancy until 6 years of age. We had the days to ourselves in the midst of a chaotic, dysfunctional family. I was the youngest of 4 and there were 7 years difference between me and the next sibling.
Once everyone was off to school and work, she put me on the kitchen counter, served me toast with honey and coffee with cream and sugar. (I’m drinking my coffee with cream and sugar as I write this) I was content as she went about cleaning the kitchen. I was her side kick all day. Life was peaceful and full of love during our hours together.
A friend of mine is doing ancestry.com. I asked her to look Elizabeth up. After no avail, I am going to start my own research on her background. She is who I am interested in. The woman who loved me, sacrificed time with her own daughter and gracefully put on a white uniform, got on the bus and arrived at our house to help make it appear beautiful on the inside and out.
I already know my grandfathers on both sides were corrupt. My maternal grandfather was director of war bonds under President Taft. My paternal grandfather became sheriff in the south during prohibition. He had a check on his desk the day he went into office from the bootleggers.  No pride in that.
I’ll let you know what I find out.

Support artists and local

I keep hearing of people wanting to find ways to help out. Blood can be donated, I did that. Word has it they have a surplus supply because people are giving blood and not much need for it right now. Staying home is a way to help, but not very satisfying.

There are some excellent artist and local businesses that could use our support. Here’s a list of some dear to my heart in Oregon and Montana mainly.

Tsunami Books – local bookstore in Eugene, order and pickup available.

Also, features Annie Heron ceramics.  Annie sells at Tsunami and also through her website.

Joule Art – Terry McIlrath’s paintings, prints and cards. Birthday cards and more

Susan Carlson – amazing mixed media artist from Missoula, MT.

Lee Rizzo, go fund me album – beautiful singer, song writer.

PenFelt – Lebrie Rich, duchess of felt, offers felt art, workshops and recently face mask. Need a felting project, check out felting kits, Mushroom felting kit

Sweet Life Bakery – Sisters, Catherine and Cheryl, create artistic baked goods and employ locals. Craving a cookie and expresso, open and following sanitation guideline

Paula Jeans Garden – from Paradise Montana, Paula’s lavendar creations are magical.

Steven Begleiter Photography – award winning photographer, also publishes instructional photography books.

To be expanded upon. Feel free to add any of your favorites in the comments and I’ll add them to post.

Susan Carlson’s mixed media:

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Keep on loving

Feeling good again after not feeling good for a few weeks. I was tired and sleeping a lot, got an upset stomach for a few days, headache, coughing. Doctor ordered a Covid test last Saturday. The results came back Tuesday as negative. A relief, but not convinced. After feeling good for a couple of days now, I know I had something. Could have been any virus really. Could have been a  False negative.

I suppose mainly, I would want to know in order to protect those around me, the cashier at the grocery, the gas attendant, the  friend I had a six feet apart lunch with outside in the yard. Meantime, keep washing your hands, keep your physical distance, but stay close in other ways.

Keep on loving.

Thinking ahead

Some of you know I have a Toyota Dolphin motorhome. I love it, it needs a lot of work. During downtime, youtube has been a source of entertainment. I came across this Renovated Toyota Dolphin 

Aubrey, who redid this Dolphin is living the life I’d love to live. And she has a dog. I found her on instagram, Adventures in huck phinn. She has put some miles on Huck Phinn. Presently, she is in Baja.

Little roamer , lives, travels and works in her dolphin. Her dolphin is the same layout as mine.

These two have got me dreaming about this lifestyle. It could be my tiny home for when I am not house/pet sitting. Kevin, here in Eugene, does restoration on campers. He did some work on Finny, my dolphin. We’ve chatted. Finny has dry rot and other issues. May not be worth the time and money to fix her up. Meantime, Finny and my stuff, are in Montana. Thinking I’ll at least use Finny to get my stuff to Eugene, then assess the situation.

This is once everything opens up a bit. Presently, travelers who arrive in Montana, must quarantine for 14 days.

Comments, suggestions are encouraged and welcome. Know anyone who does camper repair?

Happy camping!