Mary Beth Writes

I received a warm, easygoing, and professional phone call from Sara Rodriguez this week. She is running for Wisconsin State Assembly in the 13th district. Not my district, but I am ready and grateful to support people who will fight for issues I care about. Especially women. We need them and right now, they need us.

This is Wisconsin’s 13th District. https://maps.legis.wisconsin.gov/?asm=13&single=y  It seems to roughly include Brookfield, Elm Grove, around the Zoo and the Wisconsin State Fair Park. This map was invented by Republicans to elect Republicans. What you are seeing is gerrymandering.

Look at the map if you are not sure if you are in it or not.

Sara is calling people who can work for her, vote for her, and donate to her. Read her bio and agenda and send money!  Like her on FB and invite your neighbors to do so, also.

https://www.saraforwi.com/

https://www.facebook.com/Sara4WI

It’s getting more complicated to talk about and write about things that are not directly about racial justice. When we live in a society where we have to talk about “racial justice” -- well, that says it all.  If it isn’t justice for everybody, then it isn’t and never was justice.

Our son dropped off some things to us this week and stayed for supper. Tacos in the garage (it was raining) with one’s kid, in this time of quarantine, is just about the finest dining I can imagine.

We are visiting our daughters in Chicago tomorrow. One has a new kitten and the other has our two grandkids. We will be wearing masks and when we are with the grands, we will be outside. 

It’s been a long time since we spent time with our kids. In some ways, we have communicated more via calls and facetime than we did before.  But we haven’t been with them in months.

So much of our information about each other is absorbed not through what we say, but through what we feel and intuit - that mystery of intermingling molecules that happens when we are in the same place as people we care about. Do you feel closer to your people or more cut off? I’m not sure if I could answer that but I am very aware that connections with family and friends have changed a lot in the last three months.

Our wedding anniversary is this weekend. We started celebrating wildly yesterday … by taking a hike and later by discovering a startling place we didn’t know existed.

Our hike was almost here. https://wisconsin-explorer.blogspot.com/2017/07/hiking-ice-age-trail-monches-segment.html  You park your car at a parking lot, walk a short distance into some woods, and then you turn left. Except we turned right and that, as Robert Frost promised when explaining about paths in the woods, that made all the difference. 

(We are going back to the Monches segment really soon. Looks lovely)

We hiked two hours on the Ice Age Trail as it wends through old forest. There was a place where the meadow was so green it was chartreuse. We saw a blue-bodiced damsel flies and chippy woodpeckers and all the regular small darty animals. Lots of trillium past their blooms plus some Jack-in-the Pulpits and other leaves of things I know are rare and native, but I can’t tell you their names because names of plants is not my forte’. (Ask Kathryn and Franc.)

I stood quietly on the path a while; Len was far behind taking photos. Wind was blowing way up in the tops of the tall trees. As I watched them sway sixty feet over my head, I both felt and saw how those bigger breezes gently fell and whooshed downwards, moving the air inside the woods, pushing into skinny saplings standing among their parent trees. Those leafy saplings’ thin and pliable branches rose and fell like lungs of the forest. All around me trees breathed and waved and I was more than a little awed to see it. I’ve been hanging out in woods all my life and I never noticed this before. That you can see and feel and hear the forest breathing.

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On our way to find sandwiches, we saw curious signs that promised “Spectacular Sculptures.”. Len had seen this mentioned on a Google Maps list of interesting places. (Spectacular Sculptures)

We found it, dropped our jaws, and parked. Once again, all I’m doing here is telling you about an amazing place. Maybe you already know Paul Bobrowitz’s art.

It’s six acres of sculptures that are big and imaginative; there are LOTS of sculptures. Some are whimsical (a bunch of frogs-like critters riding bikes together). Some are edgy and feel political. Some are threatening. Think wendigo, boogeyman, nightmare creatures standing on slag heaps of broken sidewalks.

No one was there, we had the place to ourselves. (Another couple drove up as we were leaving.) The sculptures are created from recycled metal, wood, rocks, bikes, propane tanks. The artist lives on this property. It’s crazy but it is also under control.

Life is long. People honoring long decades spent together could do worse than wandering among chrome moons, painted suns, teapot bird houses, monsters, rusty lovers, and all the other symbols and prisms of a beautiful and complicated life.

 

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I can't believe we are still doing this Quarantine Diary and yet here we are with no end in site... My kid sister went on vacation to free her brain of the burden she carries as a health care worker( Radiology Tec ) dealing first hand with Milwaukee's Covid situation... She got her resaults from her Covid test (negative ) before setting out... Had it not she would have cancelled... She asked if I would watch my two four legged nephews so she could focus on herself and nothing else and I agreed... I'm now five or so minutes away from my favorite Indian restaurant for the duration of her travel journey... Mr. B and I were supposed to have our flesh and blood second date on Wednesday, Ya THAT Wednesday, the one of endless rain... Mr. B called on Tuesday to cancel because of family issues and so we put the date off until next week the 17th, we'll be cooking Puerto Rican food and will see how well we work together... Instead of our cancelled date we had a three hour Zoom date today Friday... It was as they say "The next best thing to being there" it's amazing how we as a couple have relied so heavily on all this technology we have at our fingertips to move this *Relationship*( Mr. B's words ) forward... We are dating in the Age of Covid with all the checks and balances that entails, and yet it seems that we are growing closer and stronger every day...
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I wonder if the LGBTQ community is doing better at starting and maintaining relationships during quarantine (than the rest of us) - because in general, the road to becoming who you are is not easy and requires years of conversations with oneself and then with others. So being able to express oneself is a survival skill.

Thank you, Mary Beth! I enjoyed very much your sharing of thoughts and stories, experiences and hopes. Happy anniversary! I can’t imagine a more perfect celebration of your life together than finding your way to where you can feel and hear the forest breathing, walking through the creative work of someone who knows how to create magic with old tools and natural things, and then, best of all, creating time and space for a visit with your kids and grandkids! You are the most creative quarentiner I know! Congratulations and best wishes!

Sometimes when I read the number day it is, I'm like, "Really, that's all?" and sometimes I'm like, "Wow, that's a lot of days!" Guess it depends on my mood. LOL. Thanks for sharing. Always up for a hike in the woods, even virtually.

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Three Things 9/11/2021

The photo is from a trip to Arizona that Len and I took several years ago. His employer had said he had to take vacation time.  We sat here in our office not knowing where to go or what to do; it came up that fast. We looked up cheap flights from Milwaukee,; Phoenix popped up for $150 round trip. That was how we decided.

Of course, we rented a car and stayed in motels and ate in restaurants so no, it wasn’t a $300 vacation.

Three Things 9/3/2021

1. This morning I was texting with Franc about our heritages. He was born and raised in the Midwest although his ancestors are from Puerto Rico. Being the child of children of a Caribbean Island means he probably has Taino DNA as well as African and European. Heck, he probably has Phoenician and Viking and Pacific Islander because island people and sailors have always thought each other cute.

Three Things 9/2/2021

Regarding Texas: I’m so angry today.

From The Buried: An Archeology of the Egyptian Revolution by Peter Hessler

Hessler is making a case that a significant reason for the failure of Egyptian governments is because citizens are not looking for competent political leaders. They vote for men who lambast the “corruption and immorality” of present leaders. They vote for those who promise a “return to our traditional Islamist values.”

Three Things 8/25/2021

One:

Where did these damn fruit flies come from? I borrowed a 400-page book from the library yesterday and just finished it an hour ago. ONE fruit fly bumped me every twenty minutes through the whole damn tome. I hit at it every time it zipped past but I never zapped it.

I’ll get him (or her?). I put an inch of apple cider vinegar into a glass, covered it with plastic wrap, punched some tiny holes, set it next to our fruit.

Bugs bug me.

Two:

Is it really August already?

I woke up this morning feeling wistful. It’s the third week of August. Where did this summer go?

I have not ridden my bike even once (there are giant construction trucks all over my favorite route). We’ve hardly entertained friends at our Bistro (the apron of the garage that I painted last year). We’ve not traveled other than to see our kids. My six tomato plants are producing an unenergetic number of tomatoes. Didn’t see the Perseids. Didn’t serve umbrella drinks by our pool. Oh wait, we don’t have a pool.

Len is Raising $ for the MAAC Fund Again

About this photo: these are the four guys who first started riding together, years ago. Jack heard about the MACC fund, so they all did it together. Last year, out riding one fine day for the fun and exercise of it, Tom, the tall guy, suffered a terrible accident and passed away. Sometimes when they ride together now, Tom's humorous and kind spirit accompanies them. 

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This is the MACC Fund  https://maccfund.org/

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