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Back in Business!

I went down to the post office with the Raleigh yesterday again, and my tire and headlight packages were there. They weren’t supposed to come until today, but they were there. The postal worker said he hoped my bike had saddle bags because one of the boxes was almost as tall as me. There wasn’t anything at all on the bike, not even a rack. But, of course they overpackaged everything, and I just took the tire and light box out of the big boxes, and squished everything into my courier bag and was fine. I promptly got home and put the tire on my bike (which already had the trailer on it), and was a happy camper. It was good timing since I wanted to be able to stay later than Mom at the library today to get Doctor Who. So I biked here, and it was indeed much faster than walking! :-) Took about an hour, with a couple of short stops (one at the post office) for the nine very mountainous miles from Mom’s to the library.

I do have to say I was starting to get used to the zippy Raleigh. It was nice to fly around with so little weight and tire surface. But I still choose carrying capacity over speed pretty much any day. I have to lug all my computer things to the library, plus my lunch, water (the running water here isn’t filtered, and may or may not be safe), bike tools, and my usual bag o’ stuff. And if I see something cool on the side of the road I can probably fit it into my trailer, which is just the way I like it!

Yay for bicycles!

Love,
Turil

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April 30, 2011 at 1:19 pm

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riding

I finally got to bike a ways yesterday! It was lovely! I’d gotten my bike thta was up here all working a while back, but hadn’t gone anywhere, really. Then I put the trailer on this week, and went to try it out but the front wheel was suddenly all weird. Turns out that the tire had disintegrated a bit in one area and was starting to explode. Thankfully I just got a chunk of money from taxes, and had enough to buy a new tire, as well as a good headlight so I can actually bike at night. But while I’m waiting for REI to ship my stuff, and while it was so very, very nice out yesterday afternoon (I was wearing a tank top!), I was going stir crazy not being able to bike. Also, I signed mom and I up for Netflix free month trial, so she could get some videos (as it’s difficult for her to get to the video store more than once a week, and you have to return the videos the next day…), and we had a Doctor Who DVD to mail back, so we could get another one. So I set up the Raliegh (sp?) that is up here, and dropped the seat down to the bottom so I could get on it. I definitely hate drop handlebars, and the breaks are way to far away from my hands, so it’s hard to break and I have to get into a really awkward position to do so (my back hurt!), but at least it was rideable enough for me to get to the post office and back (near the grange in “downtown” Palermo. :-) And it was wonderful to be on a bike again, going somewhere! Yay!

Also, as an update, the Library drama is mostly over. One of the guys calmed down, and I helped mom communicate in a healthy and respectful way to him and others, so that we all had a meeting and things went really well. And the other guy has just left the library completely and isn’t talking to anyone. So things are going well again at the little Palermo Library. The gardening event last Saturday was pretty much a bust, since it was raining, hailing, sleeting, and snowing all day. But we got a few folks show up to talk about plans, and some donations of plants. So it’s just going to be a slower, later process of creating a healthy living space out there.

And, speaking of gardening, I’ve got a few more spaces planted in the spot mom gave me in her yard. It will fill up really quickly as the weather gets less frosty.

Oh, and I’m learning to identify birds! Did you know that woodpeckers sound like monkeys laughing? It’s a noise straight out of a jungle! We have yellow bellied sapsuckers (a very pretty kind of woodpecker that is quite common) around here. And we saw a crazy bird that looked totally painted the other day, which we eventually figured out was a flicker. It had polka dots on it’s belly, and a big bright red “V” on the nape of it’s neck. It looked wild!

Also, Yay! for Doctor Who starting up again. It’s fully watching last year’s episodes with mom, and also watching the new ones the same week. (We don’t have an easy way to let mom see my computer files, so she doesn’t get to see the things I get, though the library does have a big screen tv that I’ve shown her a couple of things on, but that means she has to be at the library and have nothing else to do and no one else is around, which rarely happens.)

Oh, and happy National Power Tools Week! :-)

Love,
Turil

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April 28, 2011 at 8:07 am

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the chickadee says “phoebe”!

The song I always thought was from a phoebe turns out to be a chickadee. A phoebe actually sounds like a squeeky toy. Weird.

We went to Portland to go to Trader Joes and Whole Foods (and a couple other short stops) with our friends Michael and Sydney. Michael was Blair’s old boyfriend (who was at the Common Ground Fair with her several years ago), and Sydney is his mom. They are nice folks, are similar in life-style as Mom and I, and we have a fairly regular Monday afternoon trip into Waterville with them these days, which works out nicely for us. Michael is also on the library’s board of directors with Mom, and is giving her support in this little drama we’ve been having. Hopefully that will all subside tonight with the emergency board meeting they are having. Tomorrow is the big garden groundbreaking event there, with the new community garden I’m starting. There is a lot of support for it, so hopefully the grumpy library guys will not get in the way. :-) But I’m toning it down a bit, just in case, and planning on just doing a little right now. Sydney is excited about it too, since she and Michael live in the woods by the big lake on route 3, and so she doesn’t have any really good space to garden.

Dominic’s birthday was Wednesday, too, and that was difficult for Mom. She’s still struggling to be herself, and to take good care of herself, and I wish I could help her more. But she’s not really sure what she wants/needs, and doesn’t really want to think about it, which makes it all that much harder.

Mom bought and watched a whole pile of movies in honor of Dominic. His life really was mostly watching movies and gardening. It’s a little too early to do much gardening right now though. There is still a tiny bit of naturally piled snow in the yard, in the shade, and it did indeed snow for about two minutes yesterday here in the yard. I do have a tiny cold frame going with some mescalin (lettuces and other greens) growing slowly in the garden space Mom has offered me. And, of course, a bunch of seedlings started. Including lots of basil! :-)

I really wanted to come down to Camberville for the Science Festival (to play), and for Parts and Crafts vacation week (to teach), but I just don’t have any money for the bus. I can pretty much always find a place to crash for a short trip, and the Parts and Crafts folks would love me to teach and even use their space as Binikou headquarters, but the bus is so expensive and I don’t want to stay too long in a space unless people really have an abundance of it, which is rare in the city.

Doctor Who starts up tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll be able to get it until next week though, since we usually leave the library at 2ish, which is too early for it to be up in the usual places. It’s also a bit sad, given the news about Elizabeth Sladen (Sarah Jane) dying from medical attacks (aka “Cancer treatment”).

Today is sunny, and the cat is warm and fuzzy. So that’s good. :-)

Love,
Turil

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April 22, 2011 at 11:23 am

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library drama

It’s like Livejournal Drama, but at the library. :-) Oh boy, is there library drama all of a sudden. Old men are acting like internet trolls. It’s both funny and frustrating. The president (and treasurer) is threatening to close the library because he’s cranky at the government because they rejected his paperwork for yearly reports about the library. He and the secretary (who is also the guy who donated the land, and still has some control over it) are pissed at Mom because she and I resubmitted the paperwork without his permission. They also both said they were resigning, but then sent the government an email saying only the president has any authority to submit the report. It’s all so silly. And the secretary guy is bashing Mom for being a “socialist” and for turning people away from the library because there are books that are “not suitable” for children. Previous to all this, he was best buddies with Mom.

I’m trying to offer Mom some advice on how to keep things from getting worse. She appreciates it. :-)

It’s difficult because these guys have indeed put a lot of work into the library, and are definitely reasonably upset with the stupid crap that the government is asking/telling us (I agree with them that it’s stupid). But they are likely to take out their anger on the whole community and volunteers and other board members.

Mom is all freaked out about it, because she’s afraid of what these guys might do, mostly to the library, but at least one of them is kind of physically threatening sometimes, too. Which is really unfortunate for her, since she’s just starting to really get excited about her volunteer projects.

Hopefully it will all work out, and these guys will just resign and let those of us who love volunteering here deal with the annoying government stuff.

Ah, life… :-) It doesn’t ever get easy, but you always learn something, and as long as you stick to your highest morals, you at least feel good about yourself.

Love,
Turil

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April 19, 2011 at 3:18 pm

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I walk alone

Mom’s on her adventure in Boston, on her sponsored trip to the Changing Media conference (organized by Democracy Now and The Nation magazine). I don’t think I mentioned her new mission, which is to start a statewide “media mentoring” program for high schools, where professional journalists work with high schools to encourage media literacy and journalism in young folks. It’s what she’s focusing her attention on, and it’s good for her. It’s a little off the mark, as far as her experience (theater, singing, storytelling, and such), and kind of random, but she’s happy with it. And that’s good. :-)

So while she’s away, I’m her back up librarian, and had to get into the library to do today’s shift. I said I’d be happy to do it if she got me a ride to and from the library (it’s all the way on the other side of Palermo, about 9 miles from her place). But she didn’t get me a ride. So I walked! I gave myself 3 hours, and got here 15 minutes before the library opened. Perfect timing, huh? It was mostly a lovely walk, but much of it was route 3, which, as you know, most people treat as if it was a superhighway, going 50+ mph. It’s wide enough for people to pass me with a reasonable distance, but it’s noisy as hell, and generally annoying to someone who tends to hate people going faster than humans can think. :-) But the first part of the walk, on Mom’s road, and down past the Grange, the pond, the gristmill, and “downtown” was very nice. I even stopped into the post office and got Mom’s and the library’s mail, and bumped into mom’s friend Mimi on the way out. She instantly said “Did you walk?!” “Are you walking to the library?!” And then, “I can give you a ride, I’m going right past there.” To which I, of course, responded, “I really like walking, and don’t get to do it enough, but thanks.”

I am getting a ride back, with Fred, another Library board member, who showed up 5 minutes after I did this morning. I figured I’d probably find someone visiting the library today who’d give me a ride, though I was ok walking back, too. I’m just in bad shape for walking these days, since I never walk anywhere at all. My feet and legs just aren’t used to it the way I was in Somerville, when I walked and biked everywhere. I’d love to walk more, but most of the time I’m going places with Mom, and the other times I just don’t need to go anywhere that is anywhere near Palermo. I’ll probably end up biking occasionally, and maybe I’ll try a trip into Belfast, or Waterville at some point, but we tend to go there in carpool trips with other folks who are doing the trip, so it seems silly. It’s even a long trip in a car, going 50+. So on a bike it would be quite a long trip. And I don’t have a good headlight, which is really dangerous around here, since it gets really, really, really dark on the roads at night.

Anyway, it feels really good to be able to get around under my own power, and not being dependent on someone else, at least as an option, so it’s good that I did it, and proved to myself, and everyone else that it’s definitely possible, and even reasonable to walk around in the middle of nowhere. :-)

Love,
Turil

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April 9, 2011 at 11:13 am

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the spectrum

I’ve sorted out the spectrum of mental health into a simple 2D spectrum going from the most anti-social/psychotic at -1, to generally “borderline”/neurotic at 0, to very healthy at 1.

The folks in the lowest third are the people we tend to think of as detached from other people’s reality and we say that they suffer from things like “Autism spectrum disorder”, paranoia, schizoprenia, multiple-personality disorder, compulsive lying (to the point of convincing themselves of the lies), Manic-depression/bipolar, avoidant personality disorder (aka, “high functioning” (repressive) Borderline), and all the other most extreme mental health problems. These behaviors were/are caused by actively toxic/abusive parents (and society). By actively toxic/abusive, I mean that the kids were taught that they didn’t deserve to be loved and taken excellent care of have to separate themselves from reality in order to survive. Only when reality consistently gives them the more honest message that they deserve to be loved and taken excellent care of do they heal.

Those who are in the middle third of the mental health spectrum are the ones who have an anxiety approach to reality, and who are diagnosed as having things like depression, anxiety, “low functioning” (non-repressive) Borderline, “assholeishness”, and other middling forms of neurotic and unpredictable behavior. These behaviors were caused by growing up/living with parents/society that is only inconsistanly there for the individual, and only sometimes gives them the message that they deserve to be loved and taken excellent care of. These are the kids who were more neglected than abused. The kids who got lost much of the time, but also were loved and cared for at least some times. So they were given the message that they had to “earn” love and care, rather than understanding that the fact that they are alive means that they are precious and deserving the best the world has to offer so that they can grow into their best selves. They heal when they understand that they deserve love and care unconditionally, and that any lapse in that love and care has nothing to do with them, and everything to do with the health of those around them.

And those rare folks who did get the message that they deserve love and excellent care ALWAYS, are the ones who are in excellent mental health, and who can offer the most to the world.

Of course, those folks who are healed from the sickness caused by a toxic/abusive, or neglected/inconsistent environment and go on to become their best selves are in an even better position to know how to best care for the world, because they’ve experienced both sides of the mental health situation, and can both empathize with those who are still stuck in a harmful environment, and have more of the resources needed to help.

Love,
Turil

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April 7, 2011 at 12:19 pm

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and April fools snowman…

Maine wished everyone a happy April Fools day by having a snowstorm that left just about a foot of snow here in Palermo. :-)

It was extra, extra sticky, so I naturally had to make a snowman. He’s protecting Mom’s flower garden rock wall right next to the driveway, where the plow guy likes to plow (because he forgets that there is a garden there).

It’s very, very pretty, but it’s so hard waiting to plant things in the ground! I most definitely need a large heated (solar, probably) greenhouse to grow things in all year long. Why waste money/food stamps on food that I could easily grow (lettuces, kale, carrots, etc.) in a greenhouse?

Love,
Turil

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April 2, 2011 at 1:06 pm

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