RantWoman is trying to collect herself after almost two weeks of
#Snowpocalypse2019 #seattleSnow #SnowMageddon. RantWoman is also feeling
gratefully lighthearted after weekend of
worship, sewing, listening at the Mini-midwinter FLGBTQC gathering. So
RantWoman should be a joy and a delight to read, right?
Uhhh, this is RantWoman.
RantWoman did take away:
Transitions of many kinds
The words Radical Queer
Person of Faith, to which RantWoman might add for herself transportation nerd.
JOY in meeting new people, some who travelled hours to attend!
Full Narrative
For starters, RantWoman IS very grateful that her building never lost power.
RantWoman’s neighbors were in many cases extremely grateful not even to try to go
anywhere and rantWoman is grateful some are back to regular caregiver schedule.
Cancelling one meeting led here to a different meeting where she learned that
some deaf neighbors have seen the Mayor’s video with sign language
interpreting. Other cancellations made it VERY easy to schedule a needed
conference call…
RantWoman came to Meeting via a bus route abutting a Parks and
Recreation facility. RantWoman is glad not to need the wheelchair ramp at the
corner because today it STILL had compacted grungy snow-ice covering up half
the yellow domes. But the facility IS open and in this case, staff could…
RantWOman does respectfully dissent from a sentiment in some of her social
media streams that there should be flocks of governmental bus stop and curb
ramp clearing fairies afoot in the treacherous surfaces and storm-tossed muck.
Government fairies should clear government property; the rest of the publc
should help maintain. Public Right of Way
Snapping
It occurred to RantWoman that maybe she needs to apologize to all and
sundry for snapping at several people in email last week about shoveling snow
around Meeting. Background:
Ummm, RantWoman is actually going to apologize for NOT jumping up and
down harder on the second of her points here: Shoveling the sidewalk is the
law. Seattleites are not used to thinking about this because it snows so rarely
in substantial quantities, but as in many other places RantWoman has lived,
shoveling sidewalks is the law. By the time this post is being penned, this
point is all over media, social media, and hopefully also all over people’s
awareness.
RantWoman apologizes: she also forgot to mention that our Meeting
charges a homeless services agency market
rate rent (a point RantWoman concurs with) so that 50 people can sleep in our
basement every night. Besides shoveling sidewalks being the law, shoveling sidewalks
is good stewardship. If anyone falls and breaks their face, they might sue and
insurance rates would go up and…
RantWoman ardently wishes it were within her light to manage BOTH
polite and insufferable about these points. Insufferable is the best RantWoman
can do. So it has to be okay that RantWoman feels only the barest and most grudging
minimum acknowledgment of her concern. By yesterday the snow had either melted,
gotten shoveled, or gotten washed away.
God’s fondue pot?
RantWoman deeply appreciates both a lively discussion in the Facebook
Quakers group and the following item about the language and imagery Friends use
for intercessory prayer.
Holding you in God's Chocolate
LARGE.pdf https://drive.google.com/file/d/1s801HMrymmAhhSrvNLIXuFVsZjQAT72v/view?usp=drive_web
Holding you in God's Chocolate
Truly, RantWoman appreciates the question of what we mean. Being stuck
in God’s fondue pot all covered with sparklies or trying not to sneeze in the
glitter isn’t QUITE what comes to mind for RantWoman. Maybe the reaction is
just the RantWoman Message Manglement Service at work. Maybe RantWoman just gets
to appreciate hearing where others are about the subject. Maybe RantWoman gets
to invoke the transporter from the first generation of Star Trek. Definitely
energy flow.
Wing Wing Wing with a banana and a sharpie.
RantWoman humbly thanks everyone who did ballet, performed highly
visual animal imitations and sang for a Saturday Night talent show.
As for Sunday morning and props not available on Saturday night, RantWoman
does not want to squelch anyone’s willingness to stand up and be publicly
vulnerable while performing. But RantWoman considers highly visual humor that to
RantWoman’s ear makes fun of some peoples’ speech patterns suboptimal on
several grounds.
Now what?
Soup recipe
Just to complete a snapshot of the weekend, a flavor snapshot from
Saturday night supper, Squash Lentil Soup.
Squash-Lentil Soup for Mini-Midwinter
Whines about Google docs and remembering the accessability tricks
available upon request. RantWoman has been able to read the documents.
RantWoman still needs to whine. RantWoman will whine separately along with a
Google docs vs email electronic bakeoff.
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