July 29, 2019 – Book Review – How I Saved the World by Jesse Watters

 

          If you are a conservative, you will love this book.  If you are a Democrat – you will toss it in a fire – because it will offend you. But, you should read it so that you know what the other side of the political coin is thinking.

         The dust jacket comments do not do it credit.  If you find yourself in an actual brick and mortar bookstore – flip to page 151 and read the one-liner out-takes of some of his Watters World interviews on page 151.

         If you admired Watters World or have an affinity for Bill O’Reilly, you will be in for a delightful read.  Not only does Jesse dive into his days working getting the interview for The O’Reilly Factor, he starts his book actually admitting his failures in being unsuccessful in other kinds of work.

         He started from the bottom after several summers of survival camps in his youth.

         This book is beautifully written, clever in his humor and allegories, and his tongue-in-check self-derogation. He made me laugh and smile and underline “touchés” against the liberals.

         Jesse mixes his own personal history, with how he sees life, society, and politics at large, along with deep perspectives of what has happened and is happening in our world today.

         He gives you an in-depth, blow-by-blow account of how he captured those interviews through the espionage, sleuthing, and reconnaissance language similar to Bond, Mickey Spillane, or a behind-enemy-lines soldier.

         You may be riding along with him in an ambush for an interview or holding your breath when he meets Melania Trump, and goes in for a kiss . . .

         Now, you have to purchase the book to find out if he succeeded or failed with Melania.

         Excellent read – overall.  He covered his first 40 years or so of an interesting life and gave us history on the current political scene. 

         Jesse is more than his hair – a lot more.  I admire the dedication to his book, a portion of it is “Timing is everything”- This is a timely book.

July 28, 2021 - Curate your garden

 

          Curate has been tossed around the last few years and one day I was reading a political magazine and I made a mental note – when the powers at be use the word curate in a gardening magazine – I will scream.

         AYEE . . . UGH!

         There, it is out of my system.

         First, years ago, after experiencing curate and curator in the written word in just about everything I picked up to read, I researched it to see if I wasn’t spot-on about its meaning.  I thought, curator as in a museum, or curator of a collection of old books.  Someone who kept them in good condition, indexed them, a caretaker, a steward.

         Later, stumbling over the word curate even more, I reviewed the definition again and added to my mental notation of it to select, organize, or maintain a collection of resources.  Resources?  HMMMM

         In the back of my mind I remember the blogs I did on Marie Kondo – how to tidy up your house, your life – January 15, 2017 through January 17, 2017 blogs – go visit them if you missed them.  She didn’t use the word curate – I wonder why?

         Maybe it is a “politically correct word?” 

         But, I sum it up as: keep the best and toss the rest – on a personal or professional basis.

         I curate my photographs. I curate my china cabinet every couple of years to find any chips or cracks that need tossing out.  I curate my plastic container cabinet, just about monthly, keeping the best and tossing the ill matched covers or scorched plastic containers.

         Under the direction of Marie Kondo, I curated my books – oh doesn’t that make me sound smart – “curated”.

         I curated my closets and my bureau drawers and my bill receipts. 

         I am on a roll.

         So, let me get to curating the garden.  Oh, already been there and done that and now I need a T-shirt pronouncing it to the public.

GARDEN CURATOR

         Nah, that doesn’t seem catchy enough.

         Okay, enough with the foolishness of the buzz word – curate.

         No matter what you call it, curate or revise or clean up or gut the darn garden of the weeds and the perennials that just don’t work and replant – I’ve done it and it is a lot of work and it takes a bit of time.

         The front of the house, I cut down the towering shrubs that covered the windows.  I had to, I couldn’t see out and trimming them required I use a step ladder and falling seemed likely.  Much better, no shrubs, neater look, less likely to fall and break a hip.  And, it gave me more time, less mold on the white vinyl siding and easier cleanup in the fall of leaves.  It also gave me a fresh empty canvas to create an easier to work landscape in front of the house.  The sidewalk and front steps are more pronounced, therefore the bronze whippet shows up better from the street. A curator’s success!

         We had a white birch tree cluster removed last year and a dappled shade garden bordering the patio and the driveway suddenly turned into blazing sun.  I’ve been curating it now since last summer, fall, winter, spring and back into summer.  Looks like I will need more time for my curating.  Shade weed seeds suddenly grow to monster weeds when they get full sun and the rain we have been getting.

         Slowly I am saving the huge hostas and replacing them with perennial chrysanthemums.  So far, the Chinese ground orchids, Blietilla orchids have made the transition from dappled shade to almost full sun.

         But, what surprised me the most were the violets.  Those dainty little tufts of spring violets about the size of a saucer, so sweet with their heart shaped leaves and tiny fragrant flowers in my dappled shade unsuspectingly turned into monsters.  Now they are flourishing and are smothering everything else in existence. Yes, they have gorgeous dark green heart shaped leaves and larger flowers now, but the huge mounds are the size of peach baskets. 

         I have already filled up one of my new compost bins with nothing but excavated excessive violet plants from the now SUN garden.

         I obviously have more garden weeding and work to do, so let me recap: I am the custodian, keeper, conservator, guardian, caretaker and steward of my garden – just call me a working Garden Curator.

 

Does that come with a raise? – Oh, I forgot, I am retired!

 

        

        

July 26, 2021 - long time - no blog!

 July 26, 2021 – long time – no blog!

 

         To start your day, below is a photo my brother sent to brighten my morning a few days ago, as I seem to be under the cloud of multiple misfortunes.

 

         Part of it is the WOKE culture and being afraid of being CANCELLLED, I have actually been hesitant to write.  But then again, recently most of my life has been cancelled by one thing or another.

         First, we had COVID19 and the masking and the stay home to help the curve.  Then the madness surrounding locating a vaccine – needless to say, our county wasn’t stellar with that episode and we had to travel to a neighboring county. 

         Next, it became the first spring with my greenhouses and I put in extra time and energy into growing plants from seeds. Mostly successes, some failures, but I chalk it up to a learning curve.

         Then, my husband is aging right before my eyes and not only am I his hearing-ear-dog, but I am now his seeing-eye dog and his can’t-remember-where-anything-is dog to the rescue.

         Finally, the straw that broke the camel’s back as one would say, I thought I had plantar fasciitis, yet I actually had a hairline broken bone that was causing the pain.  So, I have jerked around with that for almost four or five weeks before I came to the conclusion, "this isn't working" and found a foot doctor.

         Tried to make an eye exam in June and the next available appointment is November?  Having the foot looked at – next available appointment two weeks – or drive to another county for a next day appointment. That was an easy choice.

         My husband’s doctor is retiring and that general practitioner’s office of 3 or 4 doctors has been down to one doctor, his, for several years and just now – after a five-year search, a replacement is stepping in to fill a vacancy, and then my husband’s doctor will retire. So, up one and down to one again in a matter of six months.

         I switched out of one smart phone to another – which seems less smart because the G towers are being changed out and the first phone would be useless in a matter of months.  I still can’t get a decent signal in my own house, and just last night I tried to have a conversation with a neighbor about my little lawn tractor not working and if I turned my head only a quarter of an inch, he couldn’t hear me.  Maybe I should have opened the window and shouted to him two doors down.

         The last three venting paragraphs have to do with living in RURAL AMERICA.  But, it is a little more peaceful here.  The local paper does have local shootings and killings, mischief and mayhem – we are not isolated on that front.

         It has been a 90-day period of excessive gardening, and excessive one-step-forwards seems like three-steps-backwards for me.

         The good – we have rain – YUP real rain, not just wetting the dust rain. And, we have had it for weeks now.  Never have I seen this much rain in July in North Carolina since we moved here in 1985.  I wonder what August will be like.  Have you noticed the weather forecasters are no longer saying El Nińo or La Nińa.  I wonder why – don’t you wonder as well?

         I successfully grew tomatoes from seed and picked the first red one before July 4^th – so I passed the imaginary Southern competition vs. my brother in the North.

         I have successfully gotten the kudzu under control on one third of the property line.

         I have successfully emptied, screened, and used almost two compost piles.  I started four more to handle the influx of debris from the gardens.

         I pulled up the brick patio and tore out the nasty wiregrass and put the patio back in order.  Maybe I will get 4 years out of it this time.

         I harvested an 8 x 16 foot patch from acres of wheat that a local farmer grew along with the patches of wheat and rye that I grew and have it hung to dry in the shed.  Soon I will tell you about my wheat weaving adventures.

         I dug up and am curing the two different types of spring shallots which gave me a 300% return on bulbs in compared to bulbs out.

         I have an abundance of butterflies and the feral cats have given us a litter of adorable kittens to enjoy our summer days.

         I did manage to plant out 14  perennial Chrysanthemums, and the French melon is growing out of its bounds with ample blossoms, pictured below.

 

         The broom is to brush the leaves back to see if I have any fruit setting.  More blossoms than fruit setting at the moment.

         I am trying the tarping technique on turning over gardens for next season and I have ordered fresh seeds and am planning my fall/winter garden. I will blog soon with the tarping method.

         So, considering all the turmoil above noted, and me being stuck in a boot to heal the left foot for several more weeks, things are looking up.  Soon you will be getting more book reviews, since I’ve had more than ample down time to read across the spectrum.