The Jabberwocky Time of Year

07/09/2018 by syrbal-labrys


Summer is not my season. I’m like that crow up there — I prefer the cool rain to the parching summer.  Sure, I love the sudden “SPROING!” of Nor’western springtime for the beauty burst of green and blossoming of EVERYTHING. And summer begins hard on the heels of usually belated spring here.  But always, as the temperatures climb above 75?  There is a monster waiting for me – the monster others call “August.”  To me, it reverberates the poem of Lewis Carroll:

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

I fall behind on everything in summer, not in the lissome lazy winter way of curled up with a good book (Ah, yes – books, I am behind on my June lists — will do June and July together later!) and blowing things willfully off.  But in the “Oh, fuck, if I move too fast in this heat I will fall down” way.  And there is SO much going on, I get exhausted just reading the news – let alone figuring out what the fuck to DO about the news.

So far this summer?  It is being typically cool northwestern style and I rejoice because whatever gods may be know, the news is NOT being coolish at all!  So, on with what keeps me up in the real cool of the night?

Luckily, I can rely on other voices than mine to talk about the real monster.

And THIS, very much this!

Stop using so much plastic, ok?  “The Graduate” is SO last century, already.  Recycling is NOT enough solution!  Seriously, I read about all these “zero waste” sorts and I call bullshit.  I am TRYING to reduce plastics here and it is nigh impossible.  I’ve banned plastic shopping bags now that the garage dwellers are gone.  I am cutting out plastic wraps next and trying to figure how to end my dependence on Ziploc type items.  I don’t like buying detergent in plastic and if I can find a boxed brand I am not allergic to, I will switch.  I don’t buy cat litter in plastic.  But damn near everything comes in plastic: bread, veggies, meat, eggs, milk, anything in the mail!

It seems insurmountable.  I just bought three new mattresses from Costco.  Yep, ALL wrapped in heavy plastic.  The recycling center wouldn’t take it.  We compost food waste here.  We recycle metals, cardboard, glass, and many plastics.  So most of my trash can is kitty litter (in paper bags) and plastics I cannot recycle.  I remember all milk in cardboard – that is often hard to find now.  My grocery stores with bulk foods will not allow me to bring paper bags to fill.  “Not hygienic” they say.  Right.

In my nightmares?  My Jabberwock is a thing made of shards of ugly bloodied plastic…trailing Saran Wrap and shopping bags.

Here, do what I do when stressed, ok?  Have some CAKE!  I am not going to lie, I want to try ALL of them!

 

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