Hump Day. Grey, drizzly, Chilly. Not a good day to weed -- too muddy, and too joint-aching. We watched The Life of Pi. So what's the agenda after that on a day like this one? Why we made the rounds of the garden shops, of course! First stop Condon (yes, it ends in an "n" ) Gardens. They had their gates closed. Next we went by Joshua's, which was open, but we decided to bypass it today. Headed to Heights Plant Farm, where we picked up a couple of bat faced cupheas. Now this is neither edible nor native to Texas (native of Mexico) but gosh darn it, they are so cute! The little red flowers with their purple accents do look like tiny little bat faces with big red ears. Then we headed over to Buchanan's where I had a $10 birthday certificate on a purchase of $20 or more. Ended up spending about $16 for a Copper Canyon daisy, a salvia greggii, a salvia coccinea, a frogfruit, a Homestead purple verbena, and a plant I have now forgotten what it is but I know it will bloom purple. :) And what's for dinner on a night like tonight? Chili cheese dogs and fries. :)
So, ok, I'm not thinking very deeply today, or I'm not sharing my deepest thoughts today. I spent this morning reading science news stories. Hydroelectric project in the Amazonian forest, displacing native peoples, flooding who knows how many acres of trees. I'll give you one guess what my deepest thought
Finally put together my little ALCO Greenhouse -- 4 shelves for pots with a nifty cover you can unzip during warmer days and zip up at night, and very easy to put together. Later today, after I have had a nap, I will pot up tomatoes. It's a bit of a late start for this climate, but I'm hoping against hope that we will have mild weather long enough to allow me to get some tomatoes off the plants before the temperatures get too high. Also will start some cauliflower. The good news is that I can plant some crops right into the soil, like lettuce, mache, and spinach. Can you tell I'm excited about salads?
I noticed that it looked like someone had come along and clipped (or munched) the leaves off the backside of my biggest nasturtium. I'll have to look more closely to see if they look nibbled or picked.
Also, I have a pretty reddish mustard plant, and a pretty red/green lettuce plant up. I must have planted 20 or thirty seeds of each, and of a red-leafed spinach, and I got two plants.
Tomorrow the guy comes to haul off my big logs. I must remember to ask him where he will take them. I hope they will get put to some use not just dumped in a dump. It's breaking my heart to have to give them up. Oh well, my neighbors are woosies and the city ordinances are not very green.
If you're wondering where I've been lately, I have been outside working to bring my yard into compliance with the desires of my "neighbors." I use this term exceedingly loosely because there is nothing truly neighborly about them. Mind you, I wouldn't care if they went about their lives and let me go about mine. What I object to is that they never come to see if they can help, they just cowardly tattle to the teacher (in this case the City of Houston) when I don't meet their OCD, anally retentive, control issues sense of what things could be like.
To be honest, I don't many of them by name. What I do know is that most of them arrived in this neighborhood after I did. When I arrived in June of 1957, most of this area was still woods, open fields, or farm land. I heard coyotes howling at night. there were bats swooping out of the sky to eat the mosquitoes, lightening bugs, and yes the odd rattlesnake in our yard. What do you expect? Immediately behind our house were acres of piney woods. I reckon I learned to dispatch a rattler to meet his maker with a garden hoe by the time I was 6.
These people can call in anonymously and get me in trouble -- threats of liens and big bills from the city to clean up my land. Let me make it clear. I don't have 2 or three junked up cars sitting out front. It's just that we had a drought last summer, which allowed bermuda grass (where the heck that came from, I have no idea) and some weeds (ditto -- I know I didn't sow 'em) that got GASP över nine inches tall! Some weeds, not a whole yard full. The grass was about three inches tall. We have been battling to get the yard in shape ever since last fall when the drought and pine bark beetles took out six of the large pines which were living here when I arrived.
I cannot describe how seriously the stress of the threat, along with the hours of physical labor, has impacted my health. I'm not supposed to be out in the sun. So I found shaded areas where I could work. We do not have thousands of dollars to spend on this project, so my husband and I are doing it mostly by ourselves. My brother did provide some money to pay for tools and maintenance supplies for them, and for some temporary labor. The latest purchase today was a 48"two man crosscut saw. We needed this to cut up the REALLY big logs. These are 6-8' lengths of loblolly pines, all upwards of 55 years old. Some of them were probably in the 75-100 year old range.
What I can tell you is that every joint in my body aches, and I am so tired that I fell asleep outside several times over the last couple of days while working. I have chopped two or three brush piles into mulch. What looks like a huge brush pile reduces to about 1 cubic yard of mulch. I did this with a set of pruning shears. I have also sawn up, with a bow saw, about a dozen or so branches 3-6" in diameter. We did find a bargain on a chipper/shredder which takes anything up to 1-1/4"diameter, so I spent a few hours feeding that as well. Anything over 6" and under a foot in diameter gets the chainsaw. My husband does that. Anything over a foot is gonna get the crosscut saw.
There's another solid week, two weeks of work to be done, and I'd appreciate any prayers you care to offer for the strength to keep on keeping on. I was barely walking this morning. I worked until the bottom dropped out of the clouds and then I came inside. I gotta admit that I didn't get as much work done today, because I hurt so badly every time I pull the pruning shears shut to cut a limb that I have to stop and will the pain away.
I have decided a couple of things. One, I am going to find the money to put privacy screening -- like they have on tennis courts -- around my backyard. I have a couple to the south of me that have been calling the city on us for forty years. Complete assholes the pair of them. She's a nosey gossipy pretentious cow whom I have done my best to avoid since her family moved in around 1960. He's so compulsive he went outdoors in very hot weather to mow his 1 1/2"buzz cut lawn to 1/2"one year and had a heart attack. I don't want this for my husband. They also violated the city's water rationing last year to keep their freaking lawn green! I resented this because when I went to take a shower I was lucky to get water at all. Did I call the city on them? Noooooooo. Nor on the other neighbors who were also violating the restrictions. I'm not the kind of person who tattles, snitches or looks for ways to make life difficult for other people, even when they do it to me. However, when I take all these sawn up pieces of my old friends the trees to create bed edgings, I am going to place some in this pattern facing their plate glass window: n9m. Maybe I'll make it a recurring pattern. They steal my Meyer lemons every year anyway.
Behind me is another jewel of a neighbor. He came to the fence to talk to my husband one day. He wanted us to cut down all the yaupons that make up our back hedge "because they drop leaves in my yard." "It sure would help me out," he says. When my husband told me, I gave a few minutes thought to remembering what he'd done to help us out. Since I came up empty, I let my husband's answer to them stand "Feel free to cut off the branches on your side of the fence."" This OCD also wanted us to cut down a pine tree in OUR YARD because it dropped needles on his yard. We offered to rake them up, but he said no, that tree was going to come down in a windstorm some day, and it should come down. He'd pay for it. This exchange occurred while we were cutting down the dead trees and that was one of the two living pines left. Then he started in ragging us about the pine logs two days after they were cut. Since he's not my boss, or my father, or anyone whose opinion about anything means a damn to me, I ignored him.. Privacy screen him out too!.
To the north, the neighbors aren't so bad. Her grandfather was a pain in the ass when he lived there, but we made our peace with her mother, and she and her husband, while they have some annoyingly noisy dogs seem to be pretty good hearted live and let live people.
The other thing I decided is that modern Americans are woosies that our Founding Fathers would be ashamed of. I have a deeper appreciation of those brave souls who entered the deep woods, swamps, and such over Carolina, Virginia, Georgia way and hacked down all those trees by hand and made them into log cabins, tool sheds, barns and the like. It's damned hard work! And I didn't have to take down the 90' trees by hand either! I'm trying to imagine what would have happened in 1730 if someone had called all his neighbors together and said "Let's implement something called deed restrictions that mandate everyone having a St. Augustine lawn in front of their cabin, and not letting any weeds get over 9" tall on their land nor having any undergrowth over 9"tall. Oh and no dead, decaying vegetable matter such as leaves or pine needles or fallen twigs." I swear I hear laughter and calls for commitment to the state asylum for the insane!
On the bright side, I got to watch a number of lovely songbirds flitting about my trees in my little glade on my NW corner. Lizards, skinks, anoles, and even a bunny live in my overgrown area. Not a pet rabbit, but a wild one. I haven't seen much of him while I've been working ; I think he's afraid of us. My husband put out some rabbit food for him though. Sadly, my bees have departed, probably as a result of the heavy spring rains. I have a clematis virginia, known also as Virgin's Bower Flower on my north gate, in full, luscious bloom.
I've also made a couple of vine birdhouses when I take a break. One-and-a-half really, but I'll get it finished. Now I have to get in bed before I fall apart.
Houston's been getting water lately. What a relief after the drought. I really want to install guttering and a set of rain barrels. For now, however, we are collecting water in those big laundry detergent buckets like you get at Sam's Club and Costco and other places and old large storage containers whose lids have disappeared. We just place them under the points where water would be fed into guttering, but comes down in sheets now. The rain barrels I want are here: However, the cost is prohibitive. What I have found is a local recycling place offering 55 gallon drums for about $25, and there is a video on YouTube explaining how to convert such drums into rain barrels with a few parts from Lowe's or Home Depot. OK, so these are ugly neon blue plastic. There's a solution to that as well. Cover the barrel with netting (and even the down spout, and grow something that will climb the netting. Perhaps a nice maypop (passionfruit) vine? Added benefit? Edible fruits which are both native to my area and very expensive in stores! Perhaps combined with runner beans as shown here. When I had my dead pines cut down, I didn't have the logs hauled off. Nor the chipped wood. The chipped wood I'm now using as mulch in my garden. It protects the roots of plants through cold or drought, and when thick enough (3-5") holds down the weeds. I'm using a good bit of it to lay out where I plan to have vegetables, herbs and edible flowers in the spring and summer. I just dump it over the grass, and after a good rain, move it around a bit and pull the grass out almost effortlessly. Since I'm talking about Bermuda grass, that "effortlessly" part is important to me! Eventually, it also breaks down into food for the soil and plants. Another bit of it, along with the leaves I keep raking up, I'm dumping on some low spots to build them up and level the front yard across a culvert (although I confess I'm now also thinking about putting in a water feature there, so maybe I won't level ALL of it out!) The trees that survived are those around which I had dumped kitchen & yard waste for decades. The logs I was thinking about making into lumber, but that's more expensive than buying lumber. Some we are going to slice down the middle to use in bujilding raised beds. Others we are going to slice into 3-4" rounds and use as stepping stones. Still others we plan to cut into rounds and place on legs for use as garden stools and a table (after varnishing them. My bees seem to still be around, so I may end up having some honey one of these days. Not that I'm eager to be the one to collect it! To close, we got three oranges off our Republic of Texas orange tree. I had no idea the flesh would be red inside! the stm area was pithy -- not sure we picked them at the right time. But the rest of the fruits were juicy and sweet, So pretty too! Our spinach is doing well, radishes should be grown soon, Ditto for beets and carrots. The bunching onions are surprisingly small for the length of time since planted. Need to get out the packets and see how long they need to maturity. Peppers still producing, and we have a few little green tomatoes. Lettuce, purslane and pansies make some tasty salads, along with the little carrots I'm pulling to thin the rows. Kale is magnificently abundant. It's true, everything tastes better if you grew it yourself :)
After 8 hours of sleep, I feel like road kill that still has a working brain and all six senses. Don't get the wrong impression! I'm not screaming in pain. It's not "sprain your ankle" pain. It's not "someone keeps sticking huge knives into my joints" pain. It's more "someone bruised every muscle in my body with a nerf bat" pain. All my joints are stiff. Frankenstein is more graceful than I am today. I'm not complaining; I'm deeply grateful it is NOT "sprain your ankle pain" in every joint in my body. I've had those days. They made me lay in bed and cry.
Nor am I having a pity party. I'm sitting in front of a space heater, despite a warm day, because the heat seems to "melt" the stiffness. I have things I want to do today. As long as I am alive, I will fight back., fight on.
What I am doing is trying to help people understand SLE. Yesterday I spent at Lowe's and Michael's, shopping for items for my bathroom renovation and a crafts project. Then I closed the daylight down by raking leaves and using them to layout my front garden. These I covered with heavier mulch from my dead pine trees pile, to keep them from blowing back over the yard. Mulch is a wonderful thing. It holds water in droughts, keeps roots warmer in cold snaps, and eventually breaks down and feeds the soil. Also, for me, it's an easy way to weed. A 3-5" layer will actually kill off the weeds and Bermuda grass. So it's a labor-saving technique as well. I need that kind of help.
Undoubtedly, due to my photosensitivity, part of what is behind my aches today is having been out in the sun, even though my raking was done late in the day when most of the area I was working on was in shade. Just the drive to Lowe's and Michael's in the bright sun was enough to set off the fatigue and aches. Lupus is like this. One has good days, not so good days, bad days, and awful days.
Everyday tasks like getting dressed, taking a shower, even getting out of bed take longer almost every day. When I stand up from my bed or chair, I have to just stand there for awhile, sometimes as long as a minute or two, because the joints simply don't want to bend. In case you haven't noticed, they gotta move to walk. The 10' or so from my bed to the bathroom can take nearly a minute once I do start to move. Going to the kitchen to fix a bowl of cold cereal takes 3-4 minutes sometimes.
So why do I care whether other people understand my illness? It is not just me. It's a million Americans with lupus. Most of us don't "look sick." 90% of us are women. African-American women are 3 times more likely to develop lupus. They have an earlier onset, on the average, and more severe symptoms. Many people who do not understand the disease take us for being lazy or unwilling to work. Others expect us to perform at the same level as people without illness. A Social Sedcurity paid doctor I was sent to see in about 1995 during the application for SSDI said I should be able to work because I was "educated." OK, he had a point in that nothing was wrong with my mind. Still isn't anything wrong with my mind (although some lupus patients do suffer from brain involvement). What he ignored were the following facts:
1. Sudden, overwhelming fatigue made me prone to falling asleep at work, even after a full night of sleep. Employers love
that SOOOOOOO much! Another thing they love is employees who run out of steam, regularly, after anywhere from 2 hrs
after starting the work day to 6 hours. I haven't seen many workplaces with nap rooms, have you? Driving is hazardous
when you fall asleep abruptly too. Then there were the days I made it through the workday, only to walk to my car and fall
asleep as soon as I sat down, too tired to drive home.
2. Unpredictability about when the really bad days will happen. I worked as a programmer for IBM. One thing programmers
live with is deadlines, as do many other occupations. So naturally employers are just wild about having employees who
might have to cancel the last day before a deadline due to the inability to get out of bed, get dressed and get to work
because of pain and fatigue. What do you do when all those little joints in your feet are so swollen that you cannot put
shoes on your feet?
3. IBM was also big on meetings. The facility I worked in was huge, and the meetings were often at the other end of the
building. How do I get there when I don't have a motorized wheelchair and I cannot propel myself because my shoulders
are aching, and the effort wears me out? Even on days I could walk to the meeting, by the time I walk there, I was
exhausted, making focussing difficult and sometimes resulting falling asleep during the meeting. The little twerp who was
my supervisor (and he was a twerp) was sitting beside me once when this happened. I think his assumption was that I had
been up late the night before drinking or doing drugs. Not that he ever asked. Not that I could have told him either because
at the time of this incident, my lupus wasn't diagnosed yet. I knew SOMETHING was wrong with me, as I have always been
in tune with what was happening in my body, but not WHAT.
4. The onset of the fatigue, the pain is sudden and unpredictable. I would go to work feeling fine, in those early days, and
suddenly I would be too pooped to pop, or in such agonizing pain all I wanted was to get home, take some ibuprofen and
go to sleep until the pain stopped. I certainly was no longer capable of productive work. Employers don't like that.
5. Other people were dangers to me, especially people with children. Shocking to say, but there are those who go to work
with the flu, or whose children have the flu, and they are carrying the virus. Exposure to them was dangerous to me. A flu
episode could set off days, or weeks or even months of fatigue and/or pain beyond the level I had learned to live with. Every
flu episode had the potential to develop into chronic bronchitis or pneumonia. Employers don't like people who are out sick
often. These days, they don't like people whose healthcare costs are high.
I actually had a former welfare department worker (in charge of assessments of eligibility) tell me in an AOL chat room that he thought "lupus was a made up illness used by lazy people as an excuse not to work." This was around 2004, and it was clear to me that he was speaking primarily about Black applicants. He never met the beautiful sister of my friend Theola Petteway, diagnosed with lupus at 14 and dead from it at 26. He never saw her, as I did, laying in her bed sobbing from pain, with both her sister and I helpless to ease the pain. He never saw her struggling to work as long as she could, as often as she could. He never saw her applying for welfare either, because when she could no longer earn enough to support herself, her family, in particular Theola, supported her. He never saw me as an applicant either, because my family supported and continues to support me. However, for every Black woman who found herself with no other resources to care for her child(ren) after being diagnosed with lupus and had to sit before him listening to him spout his ignorant, racist crap, I hope he rots in hell on earth and then in Hell after death.
The hardest part of SLE sometimes is not the illness itself. It is the incomprehension of others. The expectations. The assumptions about our character. The humiliation they seem to expect us to accept in order to get healthcare, disability, employment, financial support. The hardest part is having a world that neither understands and acce
A couple of days ago, I was shoveling mulch from the pile dumped in my front yard by the people who cut down my pines. A woman was walking on the street with her baby. She spoke to me, but I couldn't hear what she said, so I just smiled and waved.. Then she stopped at the end of my drive, obviously expecting some kind of response. I put down the shovel and walked toward her. She pointed at her chest and said what I took to be "I you." I made a puzzled face and as I got closer she said questioningly "I ayuda?" She was offering to help me! Not sure if she was looking for payment, which I cannot afford, I asked, in Spanish, "why?" Her face lit up and she said "Lo me gusto." or "I like it!" This was certainly a novel offer in my neighborhood, so I just said "Gracias. Yo puedo usar ayuda." ["Thanks. I can use help."]
I learned that her baby boy was a year old. Her husband is a gardener, aged 40, and works for a couple of my neighbors. She also has a little girl aged 7. I learned all their names. She's from Tegucigalpa, but her parents live in the country outside the capital city. She loaded my wheelbarrow twice and pushed it to where I wanted to dump it. I gave her some habaneros and cayennes out of my garden, after asking if she could use them. She said something as she walked off, but her back was to me and I couldn't really understand it. I was too tired to ask her to repeat it.
In about 10 minutes, a truck came up the side street, and the man behind the wheel waved. They made the corner and parked at the end of my front sidewalk. It was my new friend and her husband. We chatted about his work and the condition of my yard. He told me that next week he would come work in my yard. I told him I couldn't pay him. He waved it off and said "no no no pay, just to help." then we laughed about the milkweeds and my "little friend" the spade I was digging them up with and how there was nothing to mow because of the long drought. Then we said good night and I thanked them for their kindness, telling them it was a great blessing to me to have their help. I also vowed to find a way to help them out somehow.
This is the second time a stranger has come to my aid when I've been working outside. My neighbors rarely speak, and when they do, it's a brief "how are you" or a comment about how nice my pansies look.
I am grateful that Dr. Landrum of the Spring Branch Independent School District decided back in the early 60s that we should be taught Spanish. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to hold much of a conversation with this couple. I look forward to seeing them, and my other yard-made friend, again. Though not neighbors, they are certainly more neighborly people than the ones who live around me!
OK The Kroger card is NOT good at Fry's Electronics; it's some other Fry's store. So I get to take back the kicks! When I stepped outside about 4:30 am, my paper wasn't here, but the moon was glowing brightly and fully, and I swear I heard my carrots saying "OOMPH! Move over I don't have enough room." So today, salad with carrot greens, romaine, green onions, purslane, & mezclun from my garden with cayenne vinaigrette, topped with tuna. A little paperwork, some reading, a few games. Saw The Help last night. Well done movie. Brought back memories -- some good, some bad. Still don't understand the "Miss Hillys" of this world -- petty, ignorant tyrants who rule their little corners of the world and somehow find followers. Voted in the run-offs yesterday morning. I was the 7 am "rush" and my husband was the 3 pm "rush." Eager to see who won. Maybe the paper is here now. Bye!
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