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Slice of Life – A Bike Ride Photo Essay

25/Jul/202301/Aug/2023 Denise Krebs11 Comments

Today was a biking day. We were up before the sun, my partner, rarin’ to go with his brand new Garmin.

For the first two miles, the Garmin wasn’t starting, so he kept stopping and trying to adjust it. While he was fussing with that, I took these photos…

I love the sunshine on the hills in the distance

At the national park entrance I watched little decomposers at work…

We got started again and he tried to give up getting the device to record his workout. However, he still kept looking down occasionally trying to get it going. He was distracted, and he is someone who is usually full speed ahead, interested in getting exercise. Today though, I loved going more slowly, and so I started taking pictures. I became a circus performer — my act: pedaling, balancing, steering and taking photos all at the same time. Unlike using a trapeze or tightrope, my objects to manipulate were my rear bike bag, phone and camera. I was thankful I didn’t have any accidents, as there was no safety net in this circus. I did get some fun shots though…

I stopped for this one, which shows Mt. San Gorgonio in the background.

Seven miles up the road, we decided to turn back. Keith suggested I take the Garmin for the ride back and see if I could have any luck with it. As soon as he put it on my bike, a big green arrow showed up, and he clicked it and it started the bike ride. What? Who knows what happened, but it made us laugh.

Slice of Life – A month blew by

27/Jun/202327/Jun/2023 Denise Krebs6 Comments

Today I find myself sitting in a Comfort Inn in a little town in Oregon. Here is the lovely view from my hotel window this morning. (A parking lot is a much more common view!)

We’ll soon get on the road to the home of my longest-loved best friend.

It’s been a month since I’ve been here. Here are some of the June highlights.

On June 5, my sister and I sat on the lawn at the Colorado State Capitol. I became more convinced that the second amendment is obsolete and should be repealed.

A week later we were on the road through the redwoods in northern California.

Happy Flag Day #Takebacktheflag

On our official anniversary, we had seafood in Eureka, California.

Los Bagels in Eureka had delicious sandwiches.

We drove up the Oregon coast.

Oregon was full of Scotch Broom plants, which grew along the roadways and at the base of trees. It was beautiful and strangely out-of-place amongst the evergreens. I looked it up to learn it is a fast-spreading invasive species and outlawed (as much as possible) in the state of Washington. I thought it was interesting and a sign of good enforcement that we didn’t see it in Washington.

The Rogue River, where Keith’s grandfather used to own a fishing resort.

Then the greatest reward of our road trip. I got to see my grandson.

He and his mom went to a fourth grade classroom in their neighborhood school once a month this year for the Roots of Empathy program. I was so happy to join them for their last meeting of the year, which included a birthday cake for Milo.

Here’s my baby making birthday cupcakes for Milo’s birthday. (She’s using my mother’s Kitchen Aid mixer, which is about 50ish years old now.)

There was so much birthday fun! The baby made it through what was probably “too much birthday” on many levels. He was a trooper, and the next day he came down with his first ever runny nose.

Good evening and goodbye to Seattle at Bitter Lake.

Slice of Life: Lucky 11:11, My Cactus Garden and #Here4theKids

30/May/202330/May/2023 Denise Krebs5 Comments

Do you often see 11:11 on the clock? It is such a curiosity to me. It always reminds me of my junior high students in Granville, Iowa, who told me it was lucky. I never had paid attention before that. I thought it had something to do with Armistice Day, when the armistice ending World War I took effect on November 11 at 11 a.m. in 1918.

More than ever before, though, I am seeing 11:11 a.m. on my phone. (Never 11:11 p.m., for I am long in bed by then.) I’m spending way too much time on my phone in the mornings is the only explanation I can come up with. Is it a sign of being lucky that I’m retired that I see it so often?

And on a recent trip, at the bike shop while my husband talked to the owner, I stared at the clock throughout the 11:11 minute. Then as I thought to take a photo, I caught this one. Look at that time: 11:12:01. Just missed it.

On another note, my cactus garden is coming along. (By the way, Kim, I neglected to answer you about whether there was a saguaro cactus in there. It is not a saguaro, which is much bigger in diameter and not native to our desert. I’m not good with the names of the cacti. I do love saguaros too; one of my favorite places is Saguaro National Park.)

I added the rocks around my cactus garden recently

Here are some Ocotillo stems I planted this week. They look very dead now, but I hope they will take root. See the tiny green leaves on one of the stems?

This is what it should eventually look like:

This weekend my sister and I are going to Colorado to ask Governor Polis to do something sensible about guns.

Weeds

Our yard is choked with
foxtails and storkbills
Superbloom year
Dried out, they prick and poke
Our solution: weed the yard

Our nation is choked with
assault rifles and handguns
Superbloom of fear
Locked and loaded, they destroy and kill
#Here4theKidsAction‘s solution:
Weed the nation of guns

Let’s start in Denver on June 5

Slice of Life – On Planting Cacti and Kindness vs. Niceness

16/May/202316/May/2023 Denise Krebs6 Comments

Keith and I planted a barrel cactus this week. Last year I planted that blue agave in the background.

Now my sister has brought over some clippings from other cacti. This evening, in the coolness and shade, I will plant these pieces and then trim the area with rocks to make a little cactus garden. More photos later.

Another thing on my mind this week is kindness and what it really means. See chapter 2 of White Women: Everything You Already Know About Your Own Racism and How to Do Better for more.

Kindness vs. Niceness

“Your nice is actually evil,”
Saira and Regina say,
“Kindness…is a killer to your niceness.”
Most of my life I haven’t considered
the two as being contrary–
though I do know the fruit of the Spirit
is love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness,
faithfulness, gentleness, self-control
No mention of nice, nicer, nicest,
niceness, niceties, overnice…

One of my mother’s stated goals for all
her seven kids was that we would be nice.
A lifetime has brought me here, for
I became a nice success.
Now I find myself with further
unlearning to do.
So much of my niceness is driven by fear–
fear of standing out
fear of sitting in
fear of disappointing others
fear of making waves
fear of not being liked
fear of lacking strength
fear of fear of fear
to be, to do, to say the kind thing
sometimes kindness isn’t nice
always kindness isn’t easy
fear doesn’t have to be the winner
be kind

I just went outside and finished step 1. The rocks are a bigger deal. Maybe tomorrow.

Slice of Life – Anniversary Trip

09/May/202309/May/2023 Denise Krebs12 Comments

We are in the middle of an anniversary trip to the beach. Here are a few slices of our week in photos…

So many beautiful plants and trees in this Mediterranean climate

Anniversary lunch at Taste of the Himalayas

Slice of Life – I’m Just Very Fearful

02/May/202302/May/2023 Denise Krebs22 Comments

“I’m just very fearful,” the white woman said at a school board meeting. (See video at the end.)

Actually, I’m not very fearful. My white privilege has put me in a position where I don’t have to fear living in my skin. I have two amazing daughters who have their own families now. And, bonus: this week my younger daughter and her dear husband are working from our home. Their offices have been moving around our place based on several factors–whether or not they are in a meeting, which porch has the perfect sunniness, where the wind shelters them, and today they’ve moved indoors because of the cold morning.

I get to spoil my cubs with good cooking like this morning’s breakfast of Lemon-Blueberry Dutch Baby.

On a more serious note, “I’m just very fearful” about the people who are so afraid of losing their position of white supremacy that they are killing others.

I remember when my kids were little there was a report, likely after a census, that predicted when the number of non-white people in America would surpass the number of white people. It was going to be by the year 20?? (I forget). It hasn’t happened yet, but lately I have noticed the impending change has cemented the culture of “white supremacy,” proving it is alive and sick in America. The fear that white supremacy might come undone seems to feed the ubiquitous gun culture too. This fear has gripped the lives of so many that now they are shooting neighbors and innocent travelers, not just nefarious intruders. Racism, white supremacy, religious fundamentalism, the history of the second amendment, and guns–they are all eternally entwined.

The following poem is written in the voice of a member of Moms for Liberty. (Watch the video below in Kenny Akers’ tweet. The quote “I’m just very fearful” comes from her statement at the school board meeting.

I’m just very fearful
Impossible to be cheerful
Replacement makes me tearful

I’m just very fearful
My white children will feel too awful
if you tell them their history is bad-full

I’m just very fearful
Do I worry he will grow up to pull
the trigger? — I’m just very fearful

Mom's of Liberty on school board tried to explain to the NAACP why she disagreed with diversity, equity, and inclusion. This is why I bring awareness! ✊🏾 pic.twitter.com/aGEtEBWH9z

— Kenny Akers (@KeneAkers) April 30, 2023

Slice of Life – A Berry Sundae and an Arnold Palmer

24/Apr/202326/Apr/2023 Denise Krebs16 Comments

We went to Sam’s Club today. It was the first time we had been there because we had a coupon for a $10 membership. We found quite a few things that were on our grocery list. Then instead of buying sparkling water, which I like to have at home, we bought a Terra Sodastream, which was on sale for $51. It’s pretty slick and makes very bubbly water, and now I won’t buy sparkling water in aluminum cans anymore. Next, at the Sam’s Café, I ate a frozen yogurt berry sundae. Delicious!

Then we went to Starbuck’s for my husband to get a coffee. I wasn’t going to have anything (because of that sundae). While we were there waiting for Keith’s coffee, the barista asked him what his drink was. They seemed to have lost/missed his order. Then before the barista started making his coffee, he asked Keith if he wanted the iced tea that was sitting there. Keith asked him why–it was a venti Arnold Palmer, half lemonade and half black tea. He explained they had accidentally made two. Keith, who knows me and how that is one of my favorite drinks, said yes he would like it. It seemed ordained. Even though I didn’t need it, it was delicious!

Slice of Life – Working on a Temperature Blanket

18/Apr/202318/Apr/2023 Denise Krebs11 Comments

Last year I made a temperature blanket for our home using up some old yarn that was in our house. I wrote about it last year.

This year I decided to try another temperature blanket for my grandson. I’m making four panels using rainbow colors based on the daily high temperature, as recorded on Weather Underground. I created this spreadsheet to help me keep track.

The first panel begins in June on the day of his birth. Of course, since we are in the northern hemisphere it’s summer, and the panel is mostly red, orange and yellow. That first column starts with a third of June, then all of July and August, and ends with two-thirds of September. There is a thin white line between months. There will be three more panels, and later I’ll stitch them altogether.

After finishing the first column, I was running low on the warm colors, so I skipped the second and started the third column. Now I’m noticing columns one and three look conflicting, so I’m hoping the autumnal second column will help tie these two together. Yesterday, we were out of town, so I was able to buy the yarn that I needed to finish. It’s due in June for a first birthday party!