Between 6:00 – 9:00 AM your middle class neighborhood clears out. Or so you think. The vast majority of residents wake up, make a cup of coffee, put on morning radio, and drive to work.
But what happens while you’re away? Have you ever wondered? Probably not. We live in an out of sight out of mind culture so chances are high you have no idea what happens during the day at your house while you’re at work.
I don’t know about your neighborhood but here in Rolando we’re seeing an upswing in package theft.
Somehow I missed The Jungle in high school.
When I read Upton Sinclair’s classic as a young adult it changed things. While most readers recall the horrifying details of Chicago’s turn-of-the-century meatpacking industry I saw myself in Jurgis Rudkus.
I don’t know about anyone else but it’s been really hard to stay positive in 2017.
Just when I think I’ve got myself into a positive mental groove something pops up that just drags me back into the mud.
Driving back from Las Vegas a couple weeks ago– the Aztecs were 6-0, ranked 18th in the nation, and favored to win all their remaining games.
[I just spent 4 hours in the garden this morning. It’s helped me get over the Aztec loss last night. At least a little.)
My life is like my garden.
Why am I showing you a picture of dirt?
I’m showing you this dirt because I made it. It’s important to me. It’s no ordinary dirt. This dirt has a story to tell.
As I’ve shared before, our family is on a journey transforming our yard, from something chemically controlled and non-native to something organic and more respectful to where we live.
So what’s that got to do with dirt? Specifically the dirt in this picture?
Let’s start here.
A complicated relationship exists between the United States and Mexico.
As a resident of Southern California I’m well aware of this.
Recently, I splurged on nice gardening pruners.
I had an old pair, maybe from a garage sale or purchased 15 years ago, but they were worn out and dull and didn’t work quite right.
Kristen and I had been AT&T customers since 1998. But rising costs, ever-crappier customer service, and sky-high international data plans lead us to leave AT&T in mid-June.