You haven’t heard much from me lately for a few reasons. The first is, I have been struggling with migraines and some depression for about a month or maybe since the beginning of January. I don’t know why, other than, yeah, it’s winter, but it’s also Tucson, right?
We’ve actually been getting quite a lot of wind and rain, plus snow on the mountains.
Secondly, I’ve been taking a Master’s Naturalist class that is quite intensive. It meets 1-2 times a week for 2-3 hours each meeting, and if I read all the supplementary materials and watch all the presentations (in addition to class time), and do all the homework, it takes about as much time as a college graduate course. Why am I doing this? I actually am really enjoying it, but I will also be glad when it’s over at the end of the semester in May.
The class is all about the Sonoran Desert – the flora, the fauna, and some about the cultural history in this region too. We’re also learning about all the different local environmental non-profits and all their different projects and programs.
And there’s lots of options for volunteering! There are outdoor projects like pulling out invasive buffelgrass. And there are projects that volunteers can do at home with their computers, like carefully looking through thousands of wildlife camera photos from around the Pima County, and logging what they are seeing for the scientists.
Because of the class and all I’m learning, my photos have recently been full of pictures that look like these.
I will hopefully write another post soon about the amazing plant and bird ID apps I’ve been using. They are tons of fun! But that’s for another post.
The class, plus the sudden and unexpected return of my migraines, is not leaving me with a lot of time or energy to blog. And because of my (seasonal?) depression, when I do have free time and feel well enough, I’m trying to get myself outside to exercise in the sunlight. This always is helpful when I can do it.
The third reason why you haven’t heard much from me, is I did actually try to post something a couple of times recently and the emails didn’t go out, so none of you knew it had posted. I don’t know why the emails didn’t go out. I took those posts back down and will try again later. I’ve contacted my friend, Amy, who helps me with my website issues (for whom I am very grateful).
I’m actually not sure if the email for this blog is going to go out or not. If you get this in your email, then yay! Otherwise, I will probably take this post back down again in order to continue to work on the problem before reposting.
Happy middle of February. Spring, we are waiting for you!
(Trigger warnings: explicit language, violence, sex, gender, race and socioeconomic political ranting, and you-name-it.)
I’ve found myself in the strange position of not having anyone to go with me to a country music festival because none of my people are country music people. And until recently I would never have considered myself a country music person either. Turn on some 1970’s sorry-for-yourself twang and I’m going to run screaming from the room.
I like almost all other music genres. I like rock and metal. I like Spanish guitar. I like blues and grunge. I like Latin pop. I like dance-house-techno-electronic because I love to dance. I will also enjoy hip-hop and R&B if it’s got a good fast dance beat. I even sometimes like classical and opera (I have tickets to Verdi’s Requiem coming up in March!) I used to always say, “I like everything except country.”
Here’s what happened. Laura, who lives in the California Bay Area, discovered a local Oakland musician, Fantastic Negrito. According to the internet, his music “spans blues, R&B, and roots music”. Well, I love contemporary blues. I don’t tend to like the misogynistic lyrics of older blues, but Fantastic Negrito’s lyrics are interesting. He has a very urban black edge to his lyrics. I bought two or three of his albums and started following him. Turns out he won the “Best Contemporary Blues Album” grammy three times in a row.
On one of his albums, Fantastic Negrito teamed up with a younger, white female musician named ZZ Ward to do a song called Cannonball. In the song they are talking back and forth to each other. She is saying, essentially, “you are messing up my life” and he is saying, essentially, “yeah but you keep coming back for more” (lyrics here).
This song could be interpreted in a lot of ways. It’s clearly about drug addiction, and also about addiction to an abusive relationship. But I also think that it could illustrate an abusive relationship in our society between different subcultures; specifically between the urban elite of the Bay Area and the poor whites in the rural areas of the west.
Fantastic Negrito is my age. He’s an older, urban black male who overcame a crime and drug-infused youth in Oakland, CA to become an outstanding musician. ZZ Ward is a generation younger, coming from rural Oregon. She’s blond and blue-eyed and wears a cowboy hat. What they have in common is they are both excellent blues musicians.
After discovering her via Fantastic Negrito, I started listening to ZZ Ward’s music on Spotify. Soon I was wading around up to my knees in the bayous of Texas and Louisiana. I slid in the mud from “roots” to “Americana”, all the way down until I had landed flat on my butt in the cowpie that is country music.
Nobody in my life is going to be willing to go with me to something called a “Cattle Country Fest” in a place called “Gonzales, Texas” to listen to a white chick in a cowboy hat sing the blues. In the promo photos the women (all white) have long, Farrah Fawcett hair dangling in loose curls out from under their cowboy hats; every single one of them. One of the logos shows a cowboy riding a beer bottle, as if the beer were a steer in a rodeo. I mean, these are the kind of idiots who wave guns around and vote for Trump! Right? Let’s just come right out and say it. So obviously, nobody I know wants to go there with me.
I was raised not very far from where ZZ Ward was raised, in rural western Oregon. Many of my peer’s parents, having lost the farm the previous generation, were now loggers – if they were employed at all. Some of them had come out west from Oklahoma, Kansas and Texas during the dust bowl. Some had come from farther, like Louisiana, Arkansas and Tennessee. When I was a child, I picked up a drawl every bit as heavy as a native Texan. People used to always ask about my southern accent, wondering where exactly in the south I came from.
BTW, we locals called Oregon “or-ruh-gun”, with the accent on the first syllable, and there’s a dropping drawl in the “or-ruh”, and don’t forget to swallow the “gun” at the end. There’s no “re” and there’s no “gone”.
I practiced for years to train myself to quit talking like a hick. I didn’t think I would make any money as a life coach if I sounded like I grew up in the hollows. When I was doing my life coaching training over 20 years ago in the Bay Area and Vancouver BC, I got shamed for my accent (and lack of money, and lack of social skills, and even the mud on my crappy old car). They called me “provincial”, and not in a nice way. Laura says I still sound like a redneck when I get mad. Lol.
All this to say, yeah, it’s true that we, as a society, are treating our urban blacks like shit and we need to do far, far, better. But we are also treating our rural whites like shit and we need to wake up and smell the bacon. On one hand, we’ve got male-against-male violence in the streets, and on the other hand, we’ve got male-against-female violence hidden in the homes. And drugs everywhere – somewhat different drugs, but still, drugs – permeating all of it, killing people. We’ve got to stop being arrogant and stop making fun of poor whites and their ignorance, and start caring about their living conditions.
Trump’s a criminal and a fraud and he doesn’t care one iota about our democracy or the rural people that he pretends to care about. But either does Biden. I know it’s hard to get past the “other side’s” love of guns and their shockingly ignorant beliefs about science. And it’s true that the anti-vax ignorance led to additional covid deaths. Real people died because of it. A lot of them. And it’s tragic. But that wasn’t anyone’s intent.
The majority of these folks aren’t worried about science or guns. They just want to make rent. That’s all. They just want to pay their fucking rent, and have enough food for their kids. And they want to keep their kids off of drugs. And find a better job. And they want to get their bad knee fixed without feeling like a government-handout loser. They’re just people.
Most of them know that astronauts did indeed fly to the moon back around the time I was born, and that burning fossil fuels is indeed messing with our climate. Yeah, ok, there are apparently a few people who actually don’t believe that. Life is getting so dang complicated. I’m trying to read the science magazines and it’s not even believable anymore. Have you read a recent in-depth astronomy article? It’s insane and incomprehensible what they’re discovering about the origins of the universe. And physics? Reality isn’t remotely what we thought it was. And now AI is going to take over the world? What even is that? AI can’t even answer a phone call right.
So much of the science that we learned as kids is turning out to be wrong. And we’re making fun of people for being confused? When they’re busy working two shit jobs and trying to kick a habit and single-handedly raising two kids, they don’t have time to keep up with whatever Elon Musk may or may not be doing with his inconceivable amount of money. They’re just trying to help their kid figure out how to deal with their third, long-term substitute teacher of the school year.
Meanwhile, two weeks ago I was walking with Biska at lunchtime and I came across a guy completely naked and very, very pink, jerking off in an alley right next to the neighborhood children’s park near my house. I was walking around the park with my dog, distracted with my birdsong identification app on my phone (there are so many amazing birds in Tucson in the winter), when I heard a weird noise and looked up to see it all, right at his peak moment. OMG. It was horrible. I grabbed Biska and ran, and called the cops from a safe distance. I am unhurt but traumatized.
Wanker is probably more crazy than dangerous, and I don’t know if our local police even handled it very well; I didn’t stick around to find out. Biska and I ran home and I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating the cost of building more and higher walls around my property, and whether or not I was still willing to take out my own trash, given that the neighborhood trash cans belong in the alleys behind our houses.
Then last week an elderly friend of mine, who I met recently at the botanical gardens, was walking the short distance from her home to her gym at 11:00 in the morning when she was attacked by a guy with a knife. Last week. Here, in the broad daylight, a few miles from my house, in a decent area of Tucson.
She’s ok. And why is she ok? A maga-type young guy (probably packing heat) driving by in a jacked-up pickup truck, blared his horn and gunned his monster truck at her attacker and then leaped out and rescued her. She is unhurt, but very traumatized. And she is very, very grateful for this guy – exactly the sort of Trump-addled, coal rolling, crazy-flag guy that we are making fun of, and that I am (frankly) a little bit scared of. White guys with hidden guns scare me, even though I am not their target. In fact, maybe someday one of them could save me from an even crazier guy.
And now my friend is afraid to leave her modest, gated retirement community, when she used to walk a mile each way to the botanical gardens and her gym. So what are we old ladies supposed to make of all this? Which crazy guys should we be afraid of? What’s anyone supposed to make of all this?
I get the irony. These same folks who are supposedly the patriotic ones, ready to point their guns and defend our constitution with their lives, turn around and vote for the president most likely, in the entire history of the US, to try to annul our constitution. Trump doesn’t give a shit about our constitution. Dictatorship is in his DNA. I don’t understand why constitution supporters would support a wanna-be dictator. It does seem a bit stupid. And they don’t want government healthcare either, even though they’re the ones who need it. I don’t get it.
But…people aren’t stupid. I mean, we’re all the same amount stupid – we’ve got stupid pretty evenly on both sides of the political divide. So why would huge numbers of average, good-enough, not-particularly-stupid people support a narcissistic, criminal sociopath who wants to scrap our constitution? We should at least seriously ask ourselves the question. I don’t know – maybe because they’re desperate? Maybe because we’ve got a problem in the hinterlands, eh?
People are suffering. People are dying. We need to care. If we want to explain to people that they are planning to vote for the very guy most likely to destroy the constitution that they genuinely value, then we need to do so without arrogance. Nobody listens when they’re being made fun of.
It’s not like they don’t know that children are being shot by the guns. They know this. They don’t like it either. Can we stop for a minute and ask ourselves why are children shooting other children (and themselves) with guns? Why?!? I mean obviously if we had fewer guns we would have fewer gun deaths. So yes, get rid of the damn guns. But we need to figure out why children are shooting each other – on purpose! For no apparent reason.
Maybe something about their lives is deeply not ok? And as a society, that is our fault. All of us. We need to stop fighting with other reasonably well-meaning adults about things that aren’t going to matter in 100 years (I mean, Trump and Biden will both be dead in less than a decade). We need to start trying to figure out what’s wrong in the lives of our children.
We worry about inequity in our country, and yet no one questions the inequity in our school systems. That’s one thing the ruling democrats and republicans and the mainstream media all seem to be fine with, because their kids aren’t in these horrible schools. We have huge, shocking and devastating inequalities in our school systems. We’ve got a few school districts in multi-million dollar neighborhoods with every privilege imaginable and we have districts with no textbooks, impossible teacher-turnover rates, and barely functioning, crumbling buildings – both in inner cities and in the rural areas.
If we want racial equality, we need to start with funding school districts equally so all the kids have a chance. And who wants to fund other people’s schools? Nobody, on either side of the political spectrum. The elites on both sides just move their own kids to the elite neighborhoods and nobody is adequately funding the schools. And if we’re worried about the consequences of ignorance, well maybe we could fund some rural schools too, instead of funneling all the tax dollars to the privileged suburbs.
We could start there, with the kids, supporting the kids – all the kids – together. The black kids, the white kids, the brown kids, the inner city kids, the kids out in trailer parks in west Texas, the English-as-a-second language kids, the republican kids, the democrat kids, the gay and trans kids, the smart kids, the dumb kids, all the neurodiverse kids, the religious kids, the mentally ill kids, the homeless kids, and the kids whose parents are fucked up and tripped out, and the kids who are themselves fucked up and tripped out. We need to fund the schools equally. That won’t solve all the individual problems, but only then could we start imagining having an equal opportunity society and healing the great divides.
OMG, deep breath. Talk about a long rant. Whew! All that just because this old lady wanted to go to a country music festival and can’t. Plus, I’m worried about the sudden apparent violence around me in my own average, modest, quiet 1960’s neighborhood, where we were planning to retire and live out our golden years.
So when I briefly considered going to a music festival that’s two-days drive away, I realized I’m too tired, too old, too anxiety prone, and too much of a vulnerable female to go alone. And I don’t like being old. And tired. And vulnerable.
I’ve got yet another migraine, again. Oh, right. I’m also not healthy enough to be trying to drive across the country in my beloved camper van chasing a music festival. I will have to find another festival to attend closer to home, which, unfortunately, won’t include ZZ Ward. She just had a baby and is, wisely, staying close to home herself.
And anyway, I still don’t like country music! I need to remind myself that I wouldn’t even like 95% of that cowpie festival in rural Texas. Twang is still really not my thing. Sooo, how about a fast & heavy, modern blues festival somewhere…anyone? I’ll let you know if I find one. Or if you find one, take me with you.
Sometimes it’s the little things that make all the difference. In our family room we had some old skylights in a large white frame, cut into the dark wood ceiling. I’ve always hated the clunky stark white framing around the skylights, which was very obvious against the old, dark wood.
Our original plan (which is probably still our long term plan) is to replace that white frame with wood slats to match the rest of the ceiling. But contractors don’t like bidding on unusual projects because they invariably take longer than expected, and John hasn’t had the time to do it himself. So we decided for now to just paint it dark brown to blend with the ceiling.
Meanwhile, the door going from this room into the garage was a harsh white. It was designed to be painted, and we just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. For months. (We had painted the wall around it, just not the door itself.) Why not? We didn’t have the paint, didn’t know what color to paint it…there were just a few too many little obstacles and we just hadn’t gotten around to it. If this door had been the only thing on our to-do list, no problem. One Saturday and we’re done. But we have hundreds of these kinds of little things to do in this house. How many years is 100 Saturdays?
Finally on a recent Friday night we stopped by Lowes, and I spent approximately one minute choosing a color that I thought would blend with the wood ceiling as well as complement the reddish brown tones of the floor, brick walls, and other red-brown items in that room.
In the past when I’ve needed to choose a paint color I’ve brought home dozens of paint color cards, which I’ve taped up around the house and contemplated for days on end. But we’re getting to be old hands at this, and weary of the whole thing. This time I picked a color without a moment’s deliberation and we bought a gallon on the spot. No messing around with sample-sized containers and coming back for more later, nope, not for us. Mix a whole gallon up now and we’re out of here.
The next day, John painted the door. Isn’t he cute? Lol. I love a man in a painting suit!
It looked a little purplish going on when it was wet, but it dried a nice rich brown. We used the same color as the door on the frame around the skylights.
We painted the interior of the shafts the same off-white beige tone as the room walls. You can’t see the color of the shafts in the previous picture because it’s washed out by the light from the skylights.
For this next picture I set the exposure as low as I could, so you can actually see the inside of the shafts. Taking pictures of skylights is not easy I’ve discovered!
Having that big frame brown instead of white is a definite improvement. And I am amazed how much difference the painted door makes!
Next on the list – a small tile project. Stay tuned!
According to a newsletter I get in my email, “Tucson’s vegetarian/vegan Mexican restaurant Tumerico is the No. 1 place to eat in America, according to Yelp’s just released 2024 Top 100 Places to Eat in the U.S. Tumerico has two locations in Tucson: 2526 E. Sixth St. and 402 E. Fourth Ave. Three other Tucson restaurants including Tumerico’s Menlo Park sister restaurant La Chaiteria made the list.”
And by they way, when they say Menlo Park, they mean a neighborhood in Tucson just west of downtown, not the town near Stanford in Silicon Valley. Which brings me back to my main point: how in the world could a vegan restaurant in Tucson be voted the top restaurant in the entire country? Better than anything in New York? Better than the San Francisco Bay Area? I guess we’ll have to try it one of these days.
And here is a random desert photo that has nothing to do with that restaurant. It’s just because this post looks very boring with nothing but a bunch of type and links.
I believe this is a Senita Cactus, also called Old Man Cactus, Totem Pole Cactus, and Whisker Cactus, (Pachycereus schottii, also known as Lophocereus schottii). It is native to this region. I think I’m going to call it, “That cactus with too many names!”
Tucson has two rainy seasons; afternoon thundershowers in July and August, and a more gentle, steady rain that occurs during December, January and February. The monsoon season in the summer can be dramatic and interesting. The winter rains are just cold and damp. According to the textbook I’m reading for my naturalist class, the summer monsoons are called las aguas and the winter rains are called equipatas. We can also get the northern edges of Pacific cyclones (chubascos) towards the end of monsoon season, which are generally just considered part of the monsoon by the locals.
The gray drizzle in the winter reminds me of back home in Oregon and Washington. Except here it usually only lasts for a few days at a time instead of days and weeks and months on end. So I really am very grateful to live in the desert. I have no idea how I survived the Pacific Northwest for 35 years. I actually like the rain itself, but invariably I get depression and migraines during the winter rains. It’s abrupt – I’ll be depressed within a few hours of the rain starting, and have a migraine within 24 hours. I can’t exercise in the middle of a migraine, so the lack of exercise doesn’t help my mood either.
We’re getting a surprising amount of rain this week. On my errands this morning I had to cross two different washes where water was running across the road. During the monsoon, the arroyos can be too high to ford. It’s so weird that I live in a town where fording creeks is just a normal part of driving to the grocery store. The first crossing was potentially a bit too deep for my Mini Cooper so I went a different route. I would have gone right through it in the 4Runner. The second wash I drove through without an issue.
Of course officially you’re not supposed to drive across a running arroyo. But in practice, the locals have to make judgment calls. This one, two blocks from my house, is easily crossable right now, even with a small car. It’s wide and shallow. Others are steeper, and can be deceptively deep.
Even though it’s not steep, it’s not always crossable during a monsoon event. It can rise to the height of that foot bridge in the picture below!
You can see the branches still stuck on the foot bridge from last summer. Obviously when it’s running that high, you don’t want to drive through it.
These washes are always dry except for during rain events, so it’s fun to see them with water in them.
I got lucky on Monday morning and there was a break in the rain when I was volunteering at the botanical garden. It was cloudy and muddy, but everything smelled so good. The desert smells amazing when it’s wet. I don’t have a very good sense of smell anymore. I don’t think I ever had covid, but it’s hard for me to smell the plants nowadays unless it’s wet, even the aromatic desert plants.
We had some hard freezes before the rains started, and some of the less hardy plants suffered damage. Then everything got rained on, so both my own garden and the botanical garden are a frostbitten, soggy, slippery mess right now.
It’s good for me to have a reason to get outside when it’s damp and muddy, because otherwise I would just stay inside. And I always feel better when I get outside, even when it’s not sunny.
I really enjoy our small group of gardeners at the botanical garden. Having people around is important when I’m feeling down. But when I’m not happy, I’m bad at reaching out to people. I don’t text, I don’t call, I don’t blog, nada. It’s useful for me to have scheduled events, because I will generally show up to things on my calendar that I’ve committed to. Which makes me wonder if I should commit to a few more activities in the middle of the winter! Luckily Tucson is a good place to do winter outdoor activities, despite occasional rains.
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