This morning I am thinking about Smarties.
To all appearances I am “an old woman”. When I was a young woman, upon seeing me, I would have thought, “old woman”. In our culture “old woman” and “lady” are pejoratives, but not for me. The young, and many males who would be considered “old men” may minimize what I know, what I feel, how I see the world… but they are wrong to do so. They are foolish to do so.
Often, when I first meet new people, they assume much about me, based on my age, my weight, my clothes, my vehicle, my smile, my friendliness. This I know because, if they are required to interact in a sincere fashion, beyond the superficial, they become angry that I am not who they decided I should be. Some people have narrowed their world down into dismissive and comfortable categories, and anything that is outside their personal sorting system causes them distress. They react, in negative ways, when their expectations are not met. They seem to want a comfortable world where everyone fits into their sorting scheme. But people are not Smarties, and can’t be sorted with same precision and success.
Most of the time though, I am not faced with the need to be sincere with people, as most people prefer superficial pleasantries. I am happy to oblige them.
The old saying, “you can’t judge a book by its cover” applies in spades to “old women”.
Baba yaga be damned.
Thanks Teri for pointing this out!
“In the US, “Smarties” is a chalky, tart, stackable candy that comes in little plastic wrappers. (This candy is called “Rockets” north of the border.) In Canada, Smarties are candy-coated chocolates – sort of like unlabeled M&Ms that come in dark blue boxes.”
My Mom left for Florida this morning, wishing her a safe journey. In her eighties, she still drives down by herself, and back again. I hope I inherited her genes!
Yesterday I made the last two panels for the cafe curtains in the living room. It took me all day! For some reason I felt very resistant about getting the work done. So I talked myself into doing just a little bit at a time. First, take measurements and estimate how to cut the material. Long break. Then, press the material, pin, and cut. Long break. Then, measure, pin, press, and sew first seam. Long break…. and so it went, all day long. They were completed just after dark. Just in time for a looooong break!
I’ve had a busy day today. I had oatmeal for breakfast, broccoli for lunch. I will have potatoes for dinner, and probably a bit of cheese, and some corn. I snacked on yogurt and clementines. I have been drinking only water.
Attila broke the news yesterday that the microwave at our country house had just stopped working. He thought he might drive to town to get a new one, but did not get around to doing that. So today I went shopping for a microwave oven. Funny, I would prefer not to shop at WalMart, but really, the choices at the two other stores I went to, Canadian Tire, and Home Hardware, both locally owned, were far more expensive, and not nearly so nice.
I ended up spending a little bit more than I had intended, $20.00 more actually. I purchased a Panasonic brand microwave, made in China. Do they make microwaves in North America any more? I am hoping this microwave lasts a decent number of years! The first microwave I had was a Panasonic, and it was still working when Attila and I moved to the country house ten years ago, it was 20 years old at that point. Finally one of the fancy functions on it went, and we needed something smaller anyway, so we bought a smaller one. That is the one that stopped working this past week.
Since Tank and I were out anyway, I stopped by the gas station to fuel up. Tank cannot use the cheapest grade of gas, Tank needs premium stuff. So that is what Tank got. The bill was hefty. Now Tank is ready for the trip back to the country house. The mileage, and the amount of gas purchased were duly noted in the little notebook that I am keeping handy by the driver’s seat. I will make note of the mileage and fuel costs for the next while, so we can estimate Tank’s fuel efficiency.
The house next to ours was for sale for the longest time. The young couple who own it couldn’t sell it, the real estate market is very, very slow right now, as Attila and I well know. He was transferred out of the area. Today they moved out, the rented truck arrived early in the morning. As I was leaving to shop for the microwave oven I spoke to them, briefly. They intend to come back, and are renting out the property. The new residents were to move in tomorrow.
When I came back from my shopping trip the moving van was gone.
A few hours later a young man drove into their driveway, got out, checked out the house, stood on the front porch texting, then drove away.
A few hours after that a truck with a trailer arrived and the moving in began. The renters are young 20 somethings, could be two fellows, could be a couple, could be a couple of couples. Lots of their friends were there, cars parked up and down the street, lots of loud laughing and chatting. Time for something new in the neighbourhood!
Date: 3:00 PM EST Sunday 30 November 2014
Pressure: 100.9 kPa
Visibility: 24 km
Wind: S 33 gust 45 km/h
“The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.”
Ursula K. LeGuin