Social Media Relapse

In the aftermath of the inauguration, I’ve found myself checking Facebook more often than just to respond to notifications, and I’ve found myself actually checking Twitter when I’d been away from it for months. I’ve been seeking out information about what crazy shit the president is signing into effect (immigration reform, portions of ACA repeal), which departments have been forbidden to broadcast information on social media (the EPA and the National Parks Service), and what the president is getting his panties in a bunch over today.

It’s like a train wreck; I can’t look away.

Honestly, though, it’s not doing me any good. If I want to make a difference, I know how to do it: research what’s up for a vote in Congress, then contact my elected officials in the House and the Senate and tell their staff how I want them to vote if they truly represent their constituents. Reading social media and getting either more fired up or more depressed doesn’t do shit if it doesn’t propel me to action.

My politically active friends won’t want to hear this, but I’m probably not going to be calling my representatives. I’m probably not going to attend any protests. Hell, I’m probably not even going to volunteer at the local soup kitchen. The most I’m inclined to do right now is find a good cause and throw money at it — and even that is unlikely, since it would behoove me to throw money at my own retirement accounts instead.

Right now, my action is to be kind and tolerant, and to teach my son the same. To interact with people — the more diverse, the better. To speak up and push back where I see hatred and intolerance. To talk to the homeless guy waiting for his ride. To buy a copy of Toledo Streets for $1.

I created a new folder on my iPhone and named it Hiatus. I moved the Facebook app and my Twitter client of choice into it (along with my favorite game, Two Dots), and I’m going to leave it alone for a while. Once I feel like I can respond to comments and notifications again without getting sucked down the rabbit hole, I’ll return and interact with my online friends. Until then, you can reach me by commenting here on the blog or sending me an email or a text.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

Carrots and Other Homegrown Veggies

Connor told me some time ago that he wants to grow carrots in our little vegetable garden this year. A few weeks back, I started the gardener’s winter task/pastime of browsing seed catalogs for next season, and I picked out which company I would buy my carrot seeds from.

I kind of fizzled out after that.

I still need to buy seeds for some decent sandwich tomatoes (not too big, nice and round), sunflowers, skinny eggplant, some more herbs (thyme comes to mind), and a few others. I just haven’t pushed that to the top of my priority list quite yet. I have time… for now.

In another month or so, the first beginnings of seed starting will commence, complete with my datanerd spreadsheet of when to start which seeds.  Come spring, I’ll be ripping up some sod to expand the garden and buying some compost to enrich the soil.

I’m being extra careful not to bite off more veggies than I can chew this year, while still growing enough to make it worth my while. All that careful starting indoors, planting out, protecting from frost, then watering and weeding last year for only a smattering of tomatoes and eggplant and basil? Disappointing.

This year will be a heartier harvest. I hope.

Thirteen Years

This evening, as I was wondering what I’d post on my blog, I got a notification that I’d been tagged in a Facebook photo by Aaron’s cousin Megan, whose wedding we attended back in October.

Extended Family

I immediately got up from the couch and went into the family room to retrieve our wedding album and snap a photo of the posed portrait with all the cousins. I posted it in a comment: “What a difference 13 years makes…”

But then I kept flipping through.

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Light Meters FTW!

Fujica Half

The weekend started pretty awesome (from a photography standpoint), as my battery adapter from CRIS arrived on Friday. I have at least one camera (the Rollei 35 I just got done testing) and one light meter that both require discontinued mercury batteries, and the WeinCell replacements weren’t working for either. I was way stoked to find that the battery plus adapter worked in both!

So, I attached the accessory-shoe-mount light meter that was now functional to my new-to-me Fujica Half that I got this past week off of eBay. I had tried the selenium (old-school solar cell) light meter right when I first unpacked the Fujica, to no avail. No worries, now that I had a light meter that wasn’t my iPhone, so I took the camera plus light meter to dinner on Saturday. Miraculously (read: yay, science!), the on-board selenium meter woke up after being out and about, and the on-board reading matched the mounted Kalimar meter. Now my Fujica Half is just as awesome as I hoped it would be, since it’s fully automatic with the meter functional.

I am TOTALLY STOKED that I now have two fully working cameras and a mounted light meter, thanks to a new battery adapter and SCIENCE!

Practice Mushroom

Blue Mario Mushroom

This morning, my son was insistent that we make the Super Mario Mushroom he’d been asking about for weeks. I’m not exactly Little Miss Etsy, but I took Home Ec in junior high and sewed my own plushie music note by hand, so I figured I’ve totally got this.

I found this instructable that put me on the right track, and I convinced Connor that we should make a small “practice” mushroom out of the fabric I had on hand, instead of an 18-inch Giant Mushroom.

I showed Connor all the steps involved in sewing a plushie, even though I actually did everything myself. (Since I hadn’t sewn in several years, I wasn’t sure which steps to let Connor help with.) It took about two and a half hours start to finish, but the end result was a perfectly passable practice mushroom. It has a few imperfections, and I learned what not to do next time, but I really enjoyed myself. My son thinks it’s the best thing ever (for today, anyway), and that’s what I was going for in the first place, so arts and crafts time was a rousing success!

Sewing by hand is kind of meditative. I like it. I should do this more often. I’m sure my son would appreciate it. 🙂