The recipe for Election Cake (from Dylan Hollis’s Baking Yesteryear) that my daughter made in honor of the US Election Day yesterday is so old that it is uses yeast rather than baking powder or soda.
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Our family has lots of mugs.
Lots.
There are Big Hug mugs that came years ago filled with FTD flowers. A pair of floral mugs that B and I received as a wedding gift 42 years ago. Mugs from my various Smith College reunions. A line of mugs related to B’s jobs. A mug with children from around the world that was given to me by the middle school principal years ago as a thank-you for being on the building planning team. Some hand-crafted ones which double as works of art. A Doctor Who mug that changes its design depending on the temperature of the liquid inside. Some mugs designed for soup instead of beverages. Sandra Boynton mugs spanning several decades.
Our most recent acquisition is a Sunday Today mug that T and I gave to B for Father’s Day. Its claim to fame is that it is very big, although, of course, it isn’t obligatory to fill it all the way. However, if you do, you need to use two tea bags.
I don’t use mugs very often myself. I don’t drink coffee or tea. I used to love cocoa but it riles up one of my medical conditions. I sometimes will drink white hot chocolate in the cooler weather or make hot milk with spices but it isn’t that frequent.
I do, though, like having reminders of our past in the cupboard, even when they make me nostalgic, like the mug from our children’s elementary school or from the elementary school where my father-in-law was principal for decades. He passed away in 2005, a few years after he retired.
Some day, we will have to downsize and cull some of our mugs.
It will be hard.
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Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week is “mug.” Join us! Find out more here: https://lindaghill.com/2024/10/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-26-2024/
Be a multi-issue voter!
Yesterday, spouse B, daughter T, and I were able to meet up with NETWORK’s Nuns on the Bus & Friends in Ithaca, New York, about an hour from our home. Ithaca is also home to Cornell University, T’s undergrad alma mater.
The Nuns on the Bus 2024 tour began September 30 in Philadelphia and is slated to end in San Francisco on October 18, with events in eleven states along the way. The focus of the tour is Vote Our Future, an opportunity for us to use our votes to build thriving communities and an inclusive democracy. The events are non-partisan, focused on issues rather than specific candidates.
In Ithaca, the Nuns on the Bus & Friends made a visit to Loaves & Fishes of Tompkins County, a volunteer-powered program which has provided “free meals, hospitality, companionship, and advocacy for those in need, regardless of their faith, beliefs, or circumstances” since 1983. At the public press event/rally in Dewitt Park following lunch, we heard from the executive director of Loaves & Fishes and their volunteer coordinator about their work in creating a welcoming, inclusive community for all.
We also heard from several of the Bus riders, two who are Catholic sisters and others who are friends involved in working for justice and an inclusive democracy. From them, we learned that the Congressional district we are in, New York’s 19th, has become the most expensive race in the country. Unfortunately, some of the rhetoric has been anti-immigrant, trying to stoke fear and create grievance. In reality, our area includes generations’ worth of immigrants, including recent arrivals.
The speakers reminded us that our votes are important to express our values across a range of issues. NETWORK Advocates provides resources that can help voters evaluate candidates across a range of issues, including the Equally Sacred checklist which, while grounded in Catholic social justice doctrine, is applicable to all people of good will, whether or not they follow a particular faith or spiritual practice. The checklist is helpful to evaluate candidates for all levels of government, as local and state entities are also responsible for implementing programs impacting health, justice, the environment, violence prevention, and more.
Our votes are important! As a sign of our commitment to be multi-issue voters, we were invited to add our signatures to the bus, joining those from previous stops on the tour, leaving space for those who will sign in upcoming events.
Even if the Bus won’t be visiting a location near you, you can join in the commitment to be a multi-issue voter. If you are a registered voter in the United States, review the candidates’ positions on a range of issues that reflect your values and carry out your plan to vote!
My thanks to those of you who have already cast your ballots through early voting or absentee ballots. Let’s all Vote Our Future on or before Tuesday, November 5, 2024!
Donald Trump has pledged to end birthright citizenship for the children of immigrants by executive order, if he is elected, which would be a clear violation of the 14th Amendment of the US Constitution.
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I know I’ve written before about my troubled relationship with my cell phone, including in my JC’s Confessions series.
That was a while back and I can’t say that the relationship has gotten any better. I’m still not a fan of people thinking they can call or text me at any time and that I will respond. And by “people” I mean businesses and individuals who aren’t close family/friends.
Unlike most people, I don’t have my phone with me at all times and I turn it off at night. When I’m out and about, I usually have it silenced so that it doesn’t interrupt whatever I’m doing.
For the most part, I try not to give out my cell number. It annoys me that, in situations where I have to use it as a secondary or emergency contact number, places like doctors’ offices will default to using it, even though I’ve said that it is for emergencies only. I sometimes have to remove the number from my profile to get them to stop calling or texting.
I prefer to have people call my landline and leave a message if no one is availabe to answer. Then, I can return calls when I am available and have time.
I just don’t need the dentist office telling me I have an appointment the next day when I’m in the frozen food aisle at the grocery store.
In truth, I don’t use the phone as much as I used to. For decades, I spoke to my mom nearly every day by phone, usually even on days that I would be seeing her in person later on. She passed away in 2019 and my father in 2021. With B working from home and T living with us and E and her family in Europe, I don’t have any regular family phone calls anymore.
When the phone rings these days, it’s most likely to come up as “potential spam” on the caller ID.
The answering machine can handle that…
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Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week is “phone.” Join us! Find out more here: https://lindaghill.com/2024/09/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-14-2024/
“Tick-tock. Time’s a-wasting.”
I remember that saying from when I was young, although I haven’t heard it for a long time now.
But, yeah, time is rushing by with so much pressure these days.
My inbox is filled with urgent messages about the upcoming election, the climate crisis, closing submission calls for poetry and manuscripts, important meetings and webinars, pleas for donations. (I probably should have said inboxes, as I have several email addresses that I have to maintain.)
And I have very limited energy to respond.
While we continue to rule out reasons for my health issues, we haven’t been able to track down the underlying cause. We are addressing the symptoms that we can but the most upsetting ones, the fatigue and brain fog, aren’t able to be improved at this point. I’m working around them as best I can by listening to my body and trying to be gentle with myself.
But, tick-tock, time is rushing by with all its demands and things that can’t/won’t wait.
And I’m only able to do a sliver of what I wish I could.
I do try to remind myself that I’m only a very, very, very tiny entity in this world and in all these efforts and that others are taking up the slack. It won’t be my fault if the election goes to the Republicans and they crash the country and trash the climate (except that I know I share the guilt of social sin, but I can’t stream-of-consciousness an explanation of Catholic social justice doctrine and our responsibilities to humanity and the world. And you’re welcome that I’m not trying to.)
The more personal side of dealing with my health right now is that I have a ton of work to do with my poetry and it is taking a loooong time to do it, if I can do it at all. There is also the sinking feeling that it isn’t as good as it could/should be. There is also the fear that I won’t be able to recover fully from this and will face yet another instance in my life where I set aside my own work to deal with other pressing concerns and then lost the ability to go back to it. I am content with those past choices I made and would not change them, but this feels different because it is my own health that is the obstacle this time.
The biggest regret, though, is that another family member is dealing with a bigger health issue and I’m not as able to help as I would like to be.
Tick-tock. Time’s a-wasting…
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Linda’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week is “tack/tech/tick/tock/tuck.” Join us! Find out more here: https://lindaghill.com/2024/09/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-7-2024/
One of the substacks I read regularly is Joyce Vance.
She is a lawyer and legal scholar whose commentary I hear often on television. She writes long and thoughtful posts about the current legal issues in the United States, of which there are many.
To lighten things, she also posts about her hobbies.
She will show us what her latest knitting project is, for example.
The thing other than law about which she posts most, though, is her chickens.
She and her family keep a coop with several varieties of chickens. She posts about what she is feeding them. Their interactions with the family’s dog and cat. Their new coop. What they are doing around the yard. How they hop up into her lap sometimes.
She will also occasionally post photos of their eggs. Because there are different breeds, the eggs are various colors and sizes.
The chickens bring Joyce comfort and joy, which she shares with her readers.
I admit that I have no desire to care for chickens myself, but I appreciate Joyce’s sharing her love with all of us.
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Ugh! I’ve been putting off writing a health update post, hoping to get to a more definitive place before sharing but it’s taking long enough that I figured I better try.
Regular readers may recall that I started having trouble with tinnitus on my left side a few months back and wrote more about it on Mother’s Day. An MRI had been scheduled for June 21 with a hearing test to follow the next week.
Unfortunately, I was accumulating more symptoms on my left side, some visual difficulties in my left eye though the eye itself was fine, pressure or headache behind that eye, discomfort on the left side of my neck, intermittent tingling behind my left ear, a tendency to get lightheaded and feel off-balance, fatigue, and difficulty concentrating, perhaps caused by having to divert conscious attention to things like vision and equilibrium that are usually unconscious. I had been to my primary care provider several times but they needed the information from the MRI before we could proceed further, so the plan was that, if my symptoms worsened, I would go to the emergency room at our local hospital.
In early June, things did get worse. The most alarming part was that the tingling on the side of my head started spreading into my face and toward my neck and became almost constant. I also was having increased problems with my thought processes slowing down as I spent more and more brainpower remembering to move my head and body slowly so that I could keep my balance.
So, B took me to the hospital emergency department, arriving a bit before 9 AM. It was very busy, partially a result (we found out later) of difficulties at a neighboring hospital due to a cyber attack. It was so busy that I spent the first six hours based in the waiting room, going out for various tests and then being returned there. They did a brain CT relatively quickly to make sure I wasn’t having a stroke or some other acute thing. The results came back as “grossly normal” with some aspects being labelled as “grossly unremarkable,” which quickly became a favorite phrase for me, thus, the title of this post.
The waiting room became so crowded that they asked non-patients to leave shortly before noon, unless they were needed for patient care, such as parents of children or people who were acting as translators. So, B had to leave me; he waited at the hospital for most of the afternoon but eventually headed for home.
Mid-afternoon, there was finally a space in the treatment area for me, albeit on a gurney in the hallway, and the decision was made that I needed an MRI – which I already knew because I had one scheduled – but it was too late in the day to fit me in. I got to eat supper and eventually was moved to a room with hospital beds where several of us were on observation for the night.
Or so I thought.
Around 3 AM, I was moved upstairs to a unit that houses neurology patients. Somehow, they seemed to have missed all the stuff that happened in the ER and I had to prove to them that I wasn’t having a stroke all over again. I did have the MRI with contrast in the morning, which also proved to be grossly normal. This was, of course, good news in that it ruled out any tumors in my brain or sinuses, as well as other brain diseases or strokes. However, it didn’t tell us what was causing my symptoms.
The most useful thing that happened was a consultation with physical therapy. Dianne detected that my eyes weren’t tracking as well as they should be. She also did an evaluation for inner ear problems, where crystals in the inner ear loosen and migrate and cause eye and balance symptoms. While I don’t have the most common form of benign paroxysmal positional vertigo, I may have a variation of it with the crystals in a different part of the inner ear canal affected.
The maneuvers that Dianne did with my head and neck during the evaluation did help relieve some of my symptoms. The constant discomfort on the left side of my neck went away and I could move my head more easily. The tingling on the side of my head, which by then was constant, disappeared. Dianne recommended that I see a physical therapist who specializes in vestibular therapy and I have an appointment scheduled for next week. She also gave me an eye exercise to do at home in the meantime and some tips on posture. Additionally, a neck X-ray revealed some arthritis, which will be useful knowledge for the physical therapist.
I was discharged from the hospital that evening. There are supposed to be appointments for follow-up with a neurologist and a referral to an ear, nose, and throat specialist but I haven’t heard when those will be. The tinnitus is still constant and I may or may not have answers about that from my hearing test next week.
Over these last couple of weeks since my hospital visit, the severity of symptoms overall has been creeping higher. The current heat dome that is parked over us here in the Northeast US hasn’t been helpful; I’ve been feeling worse despite staying in our geothermal-heat-pump-cooled home as much as possible.
I’m looking forward to my vestibular therapy appointment on Wednesday, hoping that their experience will make more sense of my situation and maybe even arrive at a diagnosis that will explain some of my symptoms. It’s possible that there is more than one condition going on. For example, the tinnitus could have a cause not related to the possible inner ear issue.
Meanwhile, I’ve had to clear most of my usual activities from my schedule. My lack of concentration is making reading and writing more challenging, which is a shame, given that that is what I usually spend most of my time doing. I will try to do a quick update late next week after my vestibular therapy appointment and hearing test.
Hoping for some good news to share.
Other than being grossly unremarkable.
I got news yesterday of the death of a college friend.
Joan and I met in Ron Perera‘s first-year music theory class. Like me, Joan was a western Massachusetts native and a Catholic with close ties to her family. She was a talented violinist. I remember her giving a demonstration to our theory class, showing us all the techniques used to create different sonorities for us to use in our compositions.
For junior year, Joan went to the University of Michigan and decided to transfer there to finish her education. However, “once a Smithie, always a Smithie,” Joan remained a member of the Smith College class of ’82.
Joan went on to a successful career playing in orchestras, concluding with a long tenure with the Kennedy Center Opera Orchestra in Washington, DC. Her performance schedule kept her busy but, two years ago, she was able to attend our 40th reunion in Northampton, visiting family in the area which hadn’t been possible during the height of the pandemic. While we had been keeping in touch over the years, it was the first time in decades that we had seen each other and it was great. We started speculating where we would each be living post-retirement when our 45th reunion rolled around.
Right after reunion, Joan developed COVID. Fortunately, she wasn’t very sick but she was bummed about missing some of her opera performances.
It was a shock when she was diagnosed with acute lymphoma that fall. She immediately began chemotherapy. Due to the intensity of the treatment and her weakened immune system, she had to stay at home, where her husband Paul was her loving and capable caregiver.
In summer of last year, Joan was able to resume performing while her treatment migrated to a maintenance regimen. This January, she was posting about the orchestra.
And, sometime since, her remission ended and the cancer came back with a vengeance.
I didn’t know.
Early this month, I had emailed her some new photos of my granddaughters and Joan sent a reply about how beautiful they are. Sending photos had been something I had done during her home-bound period and continued to do from time to time. I am grateful that I was unknowingly able to add a moment of love and beauty to her final weeks.
Hearing the news of Joan’s death from our Smith friends was a shock and brought waves of tears. It’s also brought to mind this recent Washington Post article, raising the disturbing prospect that SARS-CoV -2 infection may play a role in the development of cancer, particularly rare or unusual ones. It will take years of research to determine whether or not this is the case but the mystery of it all is disquieting.
The final commendation at Joan’s funeral will begin, “May the angels lead you into Paradise.” May there be a beautiful violin waiting for you there, Joan.
Joanne Corey 