blue

[mechaieh]

The tornado has increased the amount of blue in my neighborhood. The blue of flashing police car lights, blocking off streets or parked outside buildings. The blue of tarps on many roofs, especially on Holly Street.

On my walk to and from Turnip Truck this afternoon, I could see and hear carpenters at work on a roof between Woodland and Holly, even though enough rain was coming down for me to bring out my umbrella.




This tree near East End UMC has a PLEASE DO NOT HAUL AWAY sign affixed to it -- apparently Good Wood Nashville has dibs and will presumably turn it into "tornado furniture."

I had ambitious plans for the day, but then I stayed up until 4 a.m. sipping valerian-camomile tea while writing letters and organizing old messages, and subsequently woke up once or twice mid-sleep thanks to dreams and discomfort (I'll be taking up an extra blanket tonight), so today's been more of the same (plus rereading Jackie Lau's Ultimate Pi Day Party). It's okay:
during high school and part of college, I used to have a Shaker postcard above my desk that said, "Do your work as though you had a thousand years to live and as if you were going to die tomorrow," and some days the thousand years has a bigger say in the pacing.

Today's cooking:

impromptu corn chowder: I belated realized that I really wanted soup for lunch, so I mixed a can of creamed corn with around a 3/4 canful of water, a handful of imitation crab flakes, and a few shakes of pepper.

slow-cooker pork and lentils: 1 lb. pork. 1 bag of lentils. 1/2 bag of cubed sweet potatoes. Around a cup of white rice. All piled into the cooker with water to cover, and some shakes of Montreal chicken seasoning (garlic, onion, salt, black pepper, parsley, red pepper, paprika, orange peel, and green bell pepper); stewed on low for I guess around eight hours, and garnished with fresh parsley and chopped sugar snap peas

There is much that is awful about Twitter, but it does also yield quite a few kernels amid the chaff. Kara Hartnett (Kara_nashpost) communicated the mayor's Safer At Home order far more effectively than the local Gannett publication or the then-crashed Metro site, which my partner attempted to consult when I came downstairs and said, "So, you saw...?"

Later in the day, I played for him Jane Godley's profane "translation" of Nicola Sturgeon's speech, which (as I'd hoped) had him grinning by the end, especially once he found out that Sturgeon herself had retweeted it.

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