Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Onions and Tabbies


My friends gave me some of their white and yellow onions.


I cut off the tops and will be dehydrating them. I will plant the bottoms and I might have onions later.




With planning we are swimming in basil this season. So I am setting some aside for the fall and winter time cooking by dehydrating them.



Green onion tops to dry.


The tabbies have taken over our sofa. Frosty, Poppy and  Daisy.
Daisy is one of two cats we brought with us from Houston, Texas eight years ago. Both female cats have develops internal and external lumps just like our fish did back then. We suspect these are tumors from the chemicals in the air, soil and water in Houston, Texas. While I am glad we no longer live there, I wonder what issues we might develop later in life. But to circumvent that we now eat healthy stay active and drink home distilled well water. And we live in the wonderful Ozarks where we can see the stars at night and breathe.

The Debt not Owed

Finally found an article about what I am going through as an adult. I never understood why my family life was so different from everyone else. The constant moving, no one allowed to visit the house, strict rules, the long silences, the black moods, the constant feeling of insecurity no money no food, the feeling of not being wanted. Turns out my parents are not the best people in the world. I broke ties with them 4 years ago after I visited them at their request. My dad was sick and my mother asked me to fly up to be with him. I had no idea I would be hit, yelled at, threatened, lied to, held against my will. It was my childhood all over again, yet I was an adult married woman, their only daughter. But I called my husband, he got me a flight home and I never went back. Now I have been contacted by a medical equipment company to inform me of delivery to my dads house, even though I live 6 states away. I know this is a cry for attention as this is what narcissist do. But I have to leave them alone. I will not be treated like that by anyone. They are my parents but they are not nice people to me.

It is sad but it is a repeat of what they did to their own parents, my grandparents. They broke ties from their folks, took off, tore me away from my grandparents, uncles and cousins. I never knew when my grandparents died. They did not attend to their own parents illness, death and funeral. And they have punished me as they have themselves. 
It is a sad and hurtful lonely way to come to their end of the road. 
But I know what a good life can be now. I have been joined with other families and friends who know my story. When life ends surrounded by loved ones it is a beautiful thing. God gives us the gift of life here on earth. He asks we love our fellow man and love Him as he love us. It is not an easy job but a beautiful way to say thank you.
Illustration by Charlie Powell

Sing the Water Song

I was told I am a great granddaughter of an Indian on my mothers side. I have no name only a location in New Orleans. But that is tenuous at best. My uncles had the black hair and eyes and could fix any engine you put in front of them. I have the dark eyes, can fix things, can work with animals and love to be outside. But I have no name, no tribe no idea of what my heritage is. It makes no difference as we do not have prodigy. But I can still feel a connection to the 4 elements once in a while and that is why I live on a farm. I like some of the songs sung by Indians in their various tongues. I am sharing this video created by Victoria Cummings: Sing the Water Song.


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