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Thursday, 20 November 2014

Nature is Calling? Answer with Pee Rags

One of my favorite parts of being in NJ is sharing a bathroom with my youngest sister Frances. Actually, that is not true at all. Over the course of sharing a bathroom I have had one of my showers straight up stolen from me (turned the water on, started getting undressed and then naked Frances came dashing out of her room and jumped in the shower), waded through days worth of dirty clothes strewn about, and feared for my life when meeting angry Frances in the bathroom in the middle of the night (which happens often) both having to pee. Frances does NOT like to be bothered in the middle of the night.

Frances pees more than anyone I have ever met. More than me, in fact, and many of my friends would say I am the most frequent pee-er they know. She pees especially much in the middle of the night, so much that there is often a line to use the bathroom. Over the past couple of weeks, whilst sharing a bathroom AND doing the household toilet paper purchasing, I calculated that she goes through 1/2 roll of toilet paper per night. Per night, folks. That's one roll of TP every two days. Frances is also the president of Green Group at her High School, and prioritizes environmental sustainability in her daily routine. So, if it's yellow she lets it mellow, accumulating 1/2 roll of yellow, mellow toilet paper in the toilet bowl over the course of the night. You can imagine the clogging.

Frankie Jane on Day 1
Also featured: pee rags and wooden box for used ones
Because 1/2 roll of TP every night is just plain excessive we are starting a pee rag challenge. I forget if there will be any reward for this challenge. I first used the pee rag at Wildside Farm with the Juliusson family. Sara is a Kalamazoo College alum and I stayed there for 10 days on an externship program. During my orientation to the farm/house I was encouraged to participate, and quite liked the system.

We have cut up some squares of old shirt and stowed them in a basket. When we pee, we will use a square and dispose of it in a wooden box with a lid. When we have used a round's worth of pee rags we will boil the used ones for reuse. The only time we will use toilet paper is in the case of a poop. Even when we poop, though, we have agreed that if we think in was a "clean sweep" (a solid poop that slid out without leaving gushies on butt hole) we will then also use a pee rag.

This is a cool environmental website for people who do little things to help save the planet. In High School I ordered shirts for a bunch of people when we started our composting system. They should make ones that say "Use a Pee Rag". "Cloth Diapers" is pretty much the same, though. If this all works out maybe we will order shirts,
wear them for a little, and then cut them up to use as more pee rags.
We would love comments of thoughts/question/encouragement/reactions. Updates to follow.

1/18/16: we never used the pee rags. In fact, I think they are still in that little box near the toilet, untouched.

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Tea and Tampons... and Geese: A Poem

Hi again, this blogging has been less-than-regular. This interlude in my 2014 is called "Tea and Tampons" as I am on Tea and Tampon duty for youngest sister Frances while my parents come and go to/from our home in New Jersey over the next few weeks. I was literally instructed to make Frances a cup of tea every once in awhile, and go out and buy her tampons if she needs them (Frances is an extremely self-sufficient High School senior with a driver's license).  I'm just back from 5 weeks in Thailand and have about another 3 weeks until I move to New Orleans with my friend Chelsey, so I'm spending them here at Fox Sparrow Pond in good old Jersey Jers.
Frankie and our dog Chesapeake who I have also
been taking to the vet kind of a lot. We have bonded.

Let's see... if this interlude had a theme song it would be Stolen Dance by Milky Chance because I am digging that song at the moment (shout out to Shannon Haupt for introducing me to it on LandSea and for liking that song before liking that song was cool), if it had a currency it would be mother's debit card which we use to feed ourselves, if it had an emblematic food it would be a meatball because we eat a ton of those, and if it had a state bird it would be a GOOSE! When I'm not making tea, buying tampons, eating meatballs, or rocking out to Stolen Dance I am watching the oh so peculiar, but also majestic and fascinating geese that seem to have invited their own residence on our pond. So, in my enchanted existence, I wrote a poem.

Without further ado I bring you......

Geese
[Not] by, Mary Oliver

You would think we feed them or tend to them,
the way they assemble on our pond.
Black Friday

I hear their call as they descend into the yard… a call of belonging,
a call that is
afraid of being left behind.

Tonight there are 192, I count
quickly while they swim around.
Though that is just an estimate—rough
like their formation in flight.

When I walk down to the pond they paddle
away and find
their rightful cluster (or flock I guess is the scientific term).

The other morning, when there were 254 of them,
I ran down through the frosty grass to get some pictures, soaking my slippers through.
I went
all the way to the edge of the water and they dispersed, paddling away,
becoming agitated.
One flustered call became 7, became 27 became 47.
One twitched its wing, then 3, then 33.
One started to flap, then 10, then 20 were flapping and kicking furiously
GET ME UP IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW AND AWAY
FROM THE LADY WITH THE IPHONE
They thundered away.

Now it is growing dark and still they sit.
I wonder:
are these the same geese as two days ago?
The same as last weekend?
Do they like it here? Is our pond is a sort of cabin, cottage, weekend getaway?
Or are we just a rest stop on the interstate?
Is this flock from Maine? Nova Scotia?
We do have coffee
They’ve clearly found the bathroom.
What would you put in a vending machine for geese?

Up close I hate
them. As a child I remember being swarmed on a
park bench holding bread
up above my head.
But if they stay
away
down there
on the pond
they are quite nice. Especially because they are heading south.
Though it is taking them quite a while.

The Geese literally litter the pond.