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Open Book Tests
Jun. 12th, 2025 07:53 amDid my four wheelbarrows of thistles, brambles, bee balm, & loose ground cover at the New Paltz garden early-ish yesterday morning.
Then one of the garden elders came down the path, pushing a rototiller that does everything but make coffee. Nodded at the approximately one-third of the garden that still needs to be cleared. Asked, Would you like me to use this to...?
And I said, No, because beneath the thistles, brambles, & bee balm, I keep uncovering delicate plants that were once part of some previous occupant's ornamental garden, and I wanted to give those delicate plants a chance to thrive once more.
And the garden elder nodded as if I had passed some sort of test!
"You're doing it the right way!" he proclaimed. "Give a holler when you've finished clearing the big stuff & I'll come back with this & help you with the low weeds."
Which would indeed be a God send. I really hate digging with a shovel.
Shortly, I will be scampering out to log today's wheelbarrow quota before it gets hot.
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Other than that, I have been feeling super-anxious about the political situation.
It has occurred to me—and to 50 million other armchair analysts—that Trump's vanity birthday parade this Saturday with all those tanks is really just a pretext to turn the White House into some kind of armored fortress for when Trump declares martial law. Which will also be on Saturday. I mean, Saturday is fuckin' Flag Day! Could the symbolism be any more flagrant?
And I am anxious, and I am scared, but I am also disgusted: All of this was outlined in exhaustive detail in Project 2025. It's like American voters failed an open book test.
Hoping I'm wrong.
But the dots seem to connect, and the picture is one we've seen before.
Humans are ridiculous and territorial, and they never, ever fuckin' learn.
Then one of the garden elders came down the path, pushing a rototiller that does everything but make coffee. Nodded at the approximately one-third of the garden that still needs to be cleared. Asked, Would you like me to use this to...?
And I said, No, because beneath the thistles, brambles, & bee balm, I keep uncovering delicate plants that were once part of some previous occupant's ornamental garden, and I wanted to give those delicate plants a chance to thrive once more.
And the garden elder nodded as if I had passed some sort of test!
"You're doing it the right way!" he proclaimed. "Give a holler when you've finished clearing the big stuff & I'll come back with this & help you with the low weeds."
Which would indeed be a God send. I really hate digging with a shovel.
Shortly, I will be scampering out to log today's wheelbarrow quota before it gets hot.
###
Other than that, I have been feeling super-anxious about the political situation.
It has occurred to me—and to 50 million other armchair analysts—that Trump's vanity birthday parade this Saturday with all those tanks is really just a pretext to turn the White House into some kind of armored fortress for when Trump declares martial law. Which will also be on Saturday. I mean, Saturday is fuckin' Flag Day! Could the symbolism be any more flagrant?
And I am anxious, and I am scared, but I am also disgusted: All of this was outlined in exhaustive detail in Project 2025. It's like American voters failed an open book test.
Hoping I'm wrong.
But the dots seem to connect, and the picture is one we've seen before.
Humans are ridiculous and territorial, and they never, ever fuckin' learn.
