Outside my window: Today is the first day in a few that the air is clear again. The smoke from the fires has meant I’m seeing lots of asthma in my office, and terrible allergies at home. Y’all know how it kills me to run the A/C, but it’s hot enough in the afternoons still that keeping all the windows closed is unpleasant. First world problem, I know. At least I have windows.
It didn’t occur to me until well after I took the photo that perhaps this wasn’t the healthiest air in which to run.
In the garden: It’s time to bring in the 13 butternut squash we grew. I say we, but of course I mean the soil and sun and water. All I did was prune the vines when they tried to take over the lawn.
said vines, said lawn
In the kitchen: The farm has been giving us lots of tomatoes and corn, good summer food. We’ve been freezing lots of marinara (anybody have experience using their Instant Pot as a pressure canner?) and peaches. I’m going to be so grateful for those peaches when we finally remember to use them in my smoothies and crumbles.
In the school room: We have been taking field trips. It wasn’t my intention to start in so early with field trips, but I couldn’t pass on the eclipse, or on MSF’s Forced from Home exhibit last week.
We were pretty impressed even with the partial eclipse leading up to totality.
And then we were blown away. Midday darkness, cold, and the corona… it was incredible. Even my skeptical husband was impressed.
The MSF exhibit Forced from Home is absolutely worth a day. (Find the upcoming stops here: Forced from Home.) The exhibit begins with an introduction to the work of MSF (a.k.a. Doctors Beyond Borders) and then allows you to walk through the refugee/IDP experience in an interactive fashion, forcing you to make hard choices with inadequate information.
I hoped the exhibit would give us all a better sense of what our refugee friends went through, and it did that in a small way. The bigger, more surprising impact it had was the opportunity to show my kids and dad what my experience in the Cholera Treatment Center was like. (NB: I did not work with MSF, but with Samaritan’s Purse which was working in the same area of Haiti.) The MSF volunteer led us to a model of a cholera treatment center, and talked about the gritty details of it: the cots with holes cut in them for patients too weak to make it to a toilet, the IV poles, the buckets used for toilets… My family were able to see some of what I had done, and what was a transformative experience for me.
Forced from Home is a great exhibit, staffed with actual MSF volunteers who are articulate about their work and why they do it. Definitely make time for it when it comes near you.
Grateful: that our school rhythms are beginning to become habits. For Sam and Phoebe’s good trip to Chicago. For meaningful work and the inspiration of others who are so brave. For my friend Lori & her crew’s coming up to go to Wonder Woman with us. For a weekend walk with Christy.
Praying for: refugees, IDPs, asylum-seekers, migrants and others forced from home, and those who work alongside them. For families who lost loved ones on 9/11. For the ability to listen to one another. For many near to me who are hurting and afraid.