Tuesday, July 19, 2022
At the Presidio Museum there is an enormous fig tree. When we did the archaeological excavations in the early 2000s, we found an outhouse pit filled with figs dating to the 1880s. The tree has likely been there since that time, although the way fig trees grow there is likely no wood from that time period still present.
The tree is loaded with figs, and since the museum is closed for the month, I am uncertain whether any of them will be picked (last year the refugee group picked many).
The fig tree.
I picked about six pounds of figs.
Figs.
I used a recipe from the New York Times website, using less sugar than called for. The other ingredients were balsamic vinegar and lemon juice.
Fig jam cooking.
I'm going to Michigan on Thursday, the first flight in three years. I will be interested to see how many people are sensible enough to wear a mask.
Monday, July 11, 2022
I'm still here. My neighbors painted their house a bright yellow. I really like it, plus it makes it easy to tell people where I live, "I'm next to the yellow house."
Mellow yellow.
It is summer and hot so Matt and I often wander around the three antique malls in Tucson, enjoying the AC. Many of the things for sale are younger than me.
I know the secret word that makes Matt smile.
Clyde Kitty likes to sit in the living room because the AC is on and it is relatively cool.
Clyde.
At work I spent a month digging pits at a San Pedro phase site. I can still dig a couple of pits a day. A couple of the pits were huge.
I could sit inside some of them while digging.
I found lots of Empire style points, that date to around 3,000-years-ago. Someone asked me what happens to the things I find- they all end up at the museum.
Three points from a single pit.
This point was purple, my favorite color.
I went to New Mexico to teach a class at field school. It was nice to get away, but that night it rained and my tent filled with water.
Rainbow over the reconstructed pueblo.
Thistle.
Poppies.
I had lunch with Tyler at the Hari Krishna restaurant. It was fun to catch up.
Bros.
It is pool season so Matt and I have been in four different pools.
Mermen.
I have been making cakes, although I am on a diet and have lost almost 20 pounds.
Robert: chocolate mayonnaise with chocolate cream cheese frosting.
Doug: yellow cake with chocolate cream cheese frosting.
Peter and Corey's wedding reception: vegan chocolate mayonnaise with vegan chocolate buttercream frosting, vegan carrot cake with vegan cream cheese frosting, and vegan pineapple upside-down cake.
I have written a second set of postcards to send to the five Supreme Court judges who think we should not have privacy, while whining about how they no longer have privacy. I gave Planned Parenthood $50 and on Amy C-word Barrett's postcard I said something like, "I hope they use it for an abortion." I fully expect those religious maniacs to reverse marriage equality and every law relating to LGBT civil rights. Personally, I hope those five are never, ever able to appear to public without being harassed.
I have been watching the January 6th hearings. I keep thinking that the people who should be watching are not watching.
It is my high school 40th anniversary reunion this year, but I have no desire to go. I was Facebook friends with some of the people- but they turned out to be Trump cult members and/or anti-vaxxers. I unfriended two and was unfriended by others. One of the two I unfriended posted some anti-lesbian thing which pissed off a lesbian. And really what do I have in common with these people?
I'm going back to Michigan for my uncle's memorial service. Plane tickets were ridiculous, as are rental cars. So I have to fly into Detroit and drive 6 hours north. Not looking forward to being on an airplane with unmasked people.
