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[Nov. 11th, 2016|09:18 pm]

I finally felt I could cry today, so I decided to take time off from work. We all spent sometime in the morning light and tears began to finally come.

By taking time off, i could take my laptop that was no longer stopping to the Apple store. It's near where my sister works, so i was able to eat lunch with her at her office. My sister shared that my father had shared with her the story of the Red Strings (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Strings) and we discussed wearing red strings -- and i thought i would tie red string to my mailbox.

When i drove up to the shopping center i was a bit surprised. I was certain i knew where the store was -- because i was remembering where it was in a very similar mall at Stanford. I did make it to the appointment, a little late, and had to wait and wait to check in. I knew my anxiety about being late and missing a chance to be helped was unreasonable, and i practiced breathing and trying to be calm while i waited to be checked in. No one cared i that i was late, and eventually my machine was checked and diagnosed as needing to be shipped off for repair.

I ran some errands in town, getting bone meal (phosphorous) and muriate of potash (potassium) for the potatoes. I'm not really sure how different processes to extract a mined mineral may or may not be organic: apparently certified organic farmers have to make sure their muriate of potash is certified organic. I am hoping that once i start getting my garden going that i will be able to just use compost to return the nutrients to the soil -- but right now i'm starting with red clay and my compost isn't ripe.

At home i discovered that instead of red strings, it's safety pins that will be worn to communicate solidarity. I might still do something with some sort of red cord.

Tomorrow i will galavant around the county from antique stores to craft fairs to a molasses festival with my mother and sister.


[User Picture]From: tx_cronopio
2016-11-12 04:29 am (UTC)
I haven't cried yet, I'm still in the inchoate rage stage.

So annoying, because in the past month or so I've finally been able to discard all the anger I was carrying around (and suppressing) from the past 18 months. And look! More anger!

I have to figure out a constructive way to deal with that. Yep, I do.

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[User Picture]From: bobby1933
2016-11-12 06:02 am (UTC)

Red strings

Never heard of them.
Thank you.

We will survive!
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[User Picture]From: randomdreams
2016-11-12 06:30 am (UTC)
I'm definitely curious what constitutes organic (or inorganic) muriate of potash, since potassium chloride is about as simple a chemical as you can get.
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