Inherent Biases and Velvety Dahlias in Everyday Ramblings

It hasn’t been good picture taking weather here lately. Heavy overcast and intense glare until late in the day, where, if we are lucky, we get some clearing.

I did take this yesterday with my phone across the street. Iris blooming in July! Who knew? As always with these white iris; the blue tinge on the buds is like nectar to my interested eye but I am not happy with this picture. Oh well.

S wasn’t feeling well yesterday morning so I went to Weight Watchers and then walked across town to the Farmers Market on my own. A well off couple in line before me at my favorite berry stand bought the last of their blackberries and I admit to being a little snippy about how it all was handled by the teenage girls working the tables.

I have an interesting and complicated relationship with class. I believe I inherited my judgment of upper class folks from my father, who, of course, while disparaging them, longed to be of them. And there also was the influence of my older sister who often took the point of view of the lower classes in a very open and compassionate way.

I did buy a small box of big juicy tart blackberries elsewhere. And put half of them in my lunch smoothie.

There was a gentleman at our meeting from Washington D.C. and while the rest of us were grousing about the weather, he said, “Oh my, I love it, I have been walking everywhere.” We did talk about how grateful we are for the abundance of fresh produce here in the spring and summer.

(By the way, the combo of not weighing myself and stopping the antihistamines worked to help me make better choices and when I weighed in yesterday I was down below my goal weight and back on track. That raging hunger, I will never feel full sensation is gone for now.)

I spent the rest of day yesterday doing yoga continuing ed, chores and listening to podcasts.

One of the things I enjoy doing is arranging flowers. Since Stella came into my life about 2003 I haven’t been able to have flowers in the house. Now it is Diego who can suss them out at a moment’s notice and so I still can’t have them around.

In April while I was away at the beach the cats knocked over and broke a piece off an inexpensive occasional table that has always been slightly unbalanced. Kes took it home with her a few weeks later and Most Honorable fixed it in his garage workshop and then brought it back totally stable, much improved.

I have a foyer where I live that I do not share. There is a storage room across the hall for the manager. I put the table out there. And for the last few weeks I have been buying relatively inexpensive but exuberant bunches of dahlias and sunflowers and…

It is so lovely to come home to this aesthetically pleasing burst of color and sets a lovely tone as I come in. Like the picture above I am not satisfied with the current arrangement but it is still lovely. The dark red dahlias tinged with random patches of white are divine. And they do not currently thrive in the neighborhoods I spend most of my time in here.

At some point in my spare time I’ll need to set up a staging area inside with the right light so I can take pictures and share… it is so dark out there and honestly in here too…

My surgery is Thursday. I am sure I will write again before then.

Last updated July 17, 2016