Mindfulness Musings

 Jim takes a vitamin D pill every day.  I try to sit in the sun for ten minutes every day instead.  Sadly, there are days without sun and sometimes I wait too long and the sun is hidden behind the roof of Jim’s study.  But I try to make it a habit of sitting on our deck and using that ten minutes for my effort at mindfulness.  

I use as many senses as I can.  I feel the sun on my face and the breeze on my body.  I see a tree and sky and my basil and marigold plants.  I hear far off traffic and the rustling of leaves and sometimes the voices of neighbors.  I strain to hear birds singing and often do hear a mournful coo or more cheerful chirps.  

I use the time for “breath prayers.”  I breathe in healing and breathe out fears; I breathe in gratitude and breathe out worries; I breathe in God’s peace and breathe out anxiety. I wish I could say this time is all I need for peace of mind but it probably does help some for my stress.  

I am thankful to have that little bit of outdoors available to us in our second floor apartment.  

Better World Books Bonanza

I received three packages of books from Better World Books in today’s mail.  Jim had his arms full when he came back from the mailroom!  I don’t know where to start!  All of these books were on my To Read list from Goodreads and were unavailable from the library.  Or in one case, I had returned the Winan book to the library and thought it was worth buying so I could read it at my leisure and underline it.  

Maybe I’ll start with the shortest one by Athill.  Although I wonder if I had read it before. I don’t consider these purchases a waste because I can donate the books to the library when I have read them or rejected them.  

———-I read the Florence Diary by Athill and found it a pleasant easy quick read.  I rejected the book by Maloy—too much drama—in first chapters, two CPR events and then looking at end, a gun incident.  

CSA—an Adventure in Eating

 A few weeks ago we decided to sign up for Community Supported Agriculture at a local farm—Stults Farm Market.  We paid a bit over $400 and scheduled Wednesday afternoon pickups from May to October.  A friend said it will be like Christmas every week and in some ways it is.  We don’t know what our half bushel will contain but we have been mostly pleased.  One week it was strawberries and basil plants.  Another week it was strawberries and marigold plants.  The plants are thriving on our little deck.  I have enjoyed tomato-basil salads.

The large bunches of lettuce that we got for three weeks in a row were too much for Jim and me but friends were happy enough to take them off our hands.  Blueberries have been beautiful and I have made blueberry coffee cake. 

Yesterday’s basket was our first mystery.  Jim said he heard someone say it was zucchini but I thought zucchini was always green.  I sent a photo to a few folks asking what they thought.  Some thought summer squash.  I emailed Brian Stults at the farm and he said it was zucchini.  I think I will take Dan and Alex’s suggestion and make what they called “squashy eggs.”  There should be enough left to make zucchini bread later.  

I look forward to frequent offerings of sweet corn but it is too early for that.  So, at age 79, we are trying something new and enjoying the process. 

What Will Happen Next?

 The events of the last week or so have been very consequential and I want to record them but am not sure where to start.  

Saturday night June 21 US bombers left Missouri and dropped large bombs on sites in Iran where uranium was being stored in bunkers and possibly being prepared to make nuclear weapons.  President Trump praised the brave military personnel and said that Iran’s sites were “obliterated.”  And that particular word is important because some say that the uranium was moved ahead of time and that there was damage but the process may have been delayed by a matter of months not obliterated. 

The first question was how would Iran respond and would this all escalate into a Middle East war?  Iran gave notice that they would bomb a US military site in Qatar so that there were no lives lost.  President Trump thanked them for their limited response and said it was time for peace.

We breathed a sigh of some relief.  But it is not over.  There are some defending Trump’s bombing a country that had not actually instigated any damage to the US—even though there were long standing cheers of “Death to the US” and “Death to Israel.”  Others are wondering how a president who said he would not get involved in any wars as he campaigned found it necessary to bomb Iran at this time. 

I find myself being thankful there is no draft and our grandsons are not in danger of being called into war.  I pray for peace nightly but the world situation is precarious and I fear that our leaders are impulsive.  Loyalty to Trump is the prime prerequisite for jobs in the Cabinet and even in spite of the praise Hegseth (Defense) and Gabbard (Intelligence) pour on Trump, their jobs may be in jeopardy.  The pundits tonight  on Washington Week (our Friday night staple) praised the measured response of the Chief of Staff Caine in contrast.  

I also want to comment on how ashamed I am of our country’s treatment of immigrants.  Stories come out daily of ICE personnel in masks arresting undocumented immigrants who are not criminals and putting them in detention.  A nursing mother is taken from her three month old baby, a pregnant woman gives birth to a stillborn child after being held on a cement floor and then chained to her hospital bed, a child with leukemia is taken without parents.  How can we permit such cruelty?  ICE has its quotas.  Farmers are having a hard time getting in their crops without their workers.  

Last week Saturday there were protests across our country with millions marching under the theme of No King! The latest polls show Trump’s approval ratings are “underwater” in other words below 50 %.  Maybe there will be changes.  I pray for Trump’s change of heart nightly—a heart that can find some compassion and not his calls for revenge and retribution.  I try not to despair when I think that we have 3 1/2 more years of his presidency left.  

July 2 Congress may pass Trump’s “big beautiful bill” this week that extends tax breaks for the wealthy in our country and cuts back Medicaid and SNAP programs for those who live close or in poverty.  It is so evil.  The ironic thing is that now Trump and Musk are feuding with Musk saying he will finance anyone who runs against those who vote for this bill.  A few weeks ago they were bros!  I wrote my representatives in Congress but the NJ folks are good people who would vote against this—Democrats!  Not Republicans who are bullied by Trump.  

July 4 Trump signed his bill today and I am having a hard time celebrating America today!  It won’t hurt us personally but it will hurt so many who need help with medical care and food.   Plus all those who fear ICE and detention—in his Alligator Alcatraz which his press secretary boasts will be a natural deterrent from escape.  There is so much cruelty in this administration and sadly the evangelical Christians who supported this man.  

Our Daily Spelling Bee

 Every morning, we open the NYT games site on our respective iPhones and do Spelling Bee.  Jim is kind enough to stop finding words at whatever point I stop.  He is definitely better at this game than I am and apart from seeing more words, he is better at finding the pangram—the word that uses all seven letters of the grid.  Today’s pangram was “hickory.”  Exactly seven letters. Sometimes the words are longer with duplicate letters.

Today I was amused to see the record the NYT has kept of our playing this game.  We have done 694 puzzles in which we achieved “Queen Bee” only 87 times—finding all possible words.  We almost always play until we reach “Genius” which is a percentage of possible answers.  We do what we can without hints but almost always go to the table of hints that gives us the first two letters of words and tells how many words there are with those initial two letters.

Is this a waste of time?  Probably, but we have time to waste in our retirement and it is a challenge for us.  I look forward to opening that game each morning, usually while drinking my coffee.  It is an activity that we do together.  We do learn new words sometimes of very little value however.  “Nene” is a bird; ”philhellenic”  is just esoteric.  We have learned to look out for three ways to spell one’s mother (momma, mama, and mamma) and to remember the often present “açaí” and if that is there, look our for “acacia” too.  

Jeff pointed out that the NYT just began keeping track of puzzles 694 puzzles ago.  I thought we had probably done far more because we have been enjoying them for several years. 

There is an active group on Facebook that complains often about the editor’s choices of words.  I posted once on that site when our local Dollar Tree had quite the display of bee-themed merchandise.  I didn’t buy anything but I had a lot of  “likes” on Facebook from the “Hive.” 

A Diamond and a Celebration

 

We were asked to save the date so we knew something good was going to happen.  But we didn’t know any details. 

There were 13 of us at dinner—hosted by Eli at Roots Ocean Prime in Princeton—adjacent to the Princeton University campus.  Eli included parents, siblings, Jim and me and Grandma from NYC.  We had a delicious dinner and got to admire the sparkling diamond on Katie’s hand.  The proposal took place at Plainsboro Preserve, a place that we have walked many times too.  

Now they will be off to Winston-Salem where Katie will be an assistant professor of teaching at Wake Forest University.  The wedding may be in the summer of 2026–a long time off!  

We are very happy for this wonderful couple—and they are very happy too!

June 9. A postscript:  Rogers (sitting between Jim and me) has tested positive for Covid!  We ordered up to date tests from Amazon—the ones in the closet were badly outdated—and they have already arrived.  Now we hope to be symptom free and disease free—ten days incubation period we read.  

June 15. 

After feeling like I was fighting a cold, with Jim’s help and the video of instruction, I did a Covid test and with the great drama of waiting 15 minutes, it was negative!  Hooray!  It’s strange how uneasy knowing that you have been exposed to someone who tested positive and waiting to see if you too are infected.  But so far we are OK!  Off to Jeff and Susan’s this afternoon to celebrate Father’s Day!

No WiFi

 Yesterday our Wi-Fi went out at about 4 PM and with some difficulty we connected with the Xfinity app and they kept postponing the time that it would be reconnected. Eventually it was connected at about 4 AM but I am still having trouble accessing things on my iPad, so I am writing this blog on my phone.

It was really enlightening to realize how much we depended on our Wi-Fi. We missed doing the New York Times puzzle together during our happy hour we could not watch any sports and at 10 PM Jim had to check the Mets score on his phone.

I found a book to read or to reread, and I think Jim was reading too, but we certainly did miss our Wi-Fi.

———Hours later—It wasn’t the end of the story.  Xfinity said it was connected but our devices said there was no internet.  Jim communicated with Xfinity via the app and they reset the Gateway device and it appears to be working—knock on wood!