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At the Rabbits – weather blowing through


this image is actually from last week.

more local carrots.  got that great stick.

today while at the co-op, i was met with a new sort of regulation, a new protocol, which i got all worked up about.

it just didn’t and still doesn’t fully make sense to me.

i can try to wrap my mind around it, but something about it seems a little fishy.

no offense to fish.

i got all worked up

got back to the Rabbit warren, er, house, and shared the new protocol

and, unfortunately, my worked-up-ness.

i suppose if i had it together i could have seen that i was all worked up over this thing that i have no control over

and which isn’t the end of the world

i was just all grumped up about it and that’s what i brought into the kitchen

o i don’t like when i do that.


fortunately for me, they are understanding Rabbits, and through some talking and awareness around my getting all worked up, the storm passed…

the knot in my chest loosened

and even the post-flip-out remorse swamp didn’t last too long.

there are just SO many things out of my control.

i can only control my response to things, really, it seems.

choices, and responses.

and as the saying goes, ‘you gotta pick yer battles’

and this is not one i really want to put energy into.

honestly, i miss the Park Slope Food Co-op in Brooklyn.

now, that’s a REAL co-op.

and while i don’t know if i could ever live in a major metropolitan area again, and it’s been over 12 years since i lived there, i still often think of the PSFC with a lot of fond memories, especially the people i worked with.

listening to a podcast of On Being of an interview with Sylvia Boorstein also made a HUGE difference in the weather…

it’s lovely – i highly recommend it.

especially if one is a parent, or re-learning how to parent oneself, as in my case.


for those of you who follow the good morning photo every day, i’m going to be away from a computer for a couple days, so there won’t be any posts of the good morning photo till Monday, or maybe Sunday if i get home early.

till then

please enjoy the weekend

and the lovely pear.


and this series of photographs which just sent me into a spin of wonder and awe for the world



Confessions of a cowardly control-freak Germaphobe


i just don’t like people.

take the person standing behind me in the check-out line at the co-op this morning…

leaning in to set down her items

while at the same time


in my direction

i could actually feel my hair move in the breeze of it


i mean, really?

i wanted to quarter-turn and face her and say

ya know, i’m sorry you are not feeling well, but not EVERYONE wants the cold that’s making its way though your body

sounds of clicking in the back of her throat, a sinusy sound i’m all-to-familiar with…

i wanted to say

honey, you are not three, you are an adult

PLEASE cough into your arm or your sleeve thankyouverymuch

and NOT straight out into the world

OR directly onto your hand

which is clutching the credit card you’ll be soon paying with and then touching the touch-screen thingy sharing all of your germs with all who follow and touch the touch-screen thingy…

(ew ew)

some of us literally cannot afford to get sick

not everyone gets paid sick days

or even health insurance

some of us live or work with immune compromised individuals

so PLEASE, would you try to remember the interconnection we all share and kindly cough into your sleeve, please?

now where’s my immune-boosting essential oil inhaler???