Doored
A quiet week on the garden front. After my seed catalog binge I’ve calmed down. It’s time to be fallow for a little while, well, at least until after Winter Solstice. Then I will be eager to order seeds and make my seed starting calendar. That’s always fun.
I mentioned last week about my neighbor cutting down the lilacs that shade the fence line and having to reconsider my shade planting plan for the area. Well, problem solved! Because James wanted plants for night moths I was having a bit of conundrum of where to plant these mostly sun-loving annuals. Guess where they will be going? I suddenly have lots of room for moth flowers and some annual medicinal herbs. And the shady prairie plants I had been planning to put in that area will now go up next to the back of the house in a shady-ish area and in the front yard shaded by the apple trees. It’s like garden Tetris!
Remember that old video game? My sister and I had an Atari when we were kids and it was one of my favorite games. Who knew the skills I learned in that video game would come in handy in real life one day?
It was a cold week. On one morning’s bike commute the temperature was -5F/-20C with an even colder windchill. And yet I arrive at work sweating. People think I’m out there freezing, but an exercising body generates heat, especially when it has to work extra hard to pedal a heavy winter-sturdy bike into a roaring headwind. Also, there is an art to layering, and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Biking out in the cold is completely doable and even fun. Though it does take more energy than biking in summer, it gets me fresh air and a good night’s sleep.
There was a little cycling accident Saturday, however. James and I cycled to our food co-op for groceries. It was a bigger than usual shop because we not only got two week’s worth of groceries, but also all the special ingredients I need for next weekend’s Winter Solstice meal. For grocery shopping I ride an e-cargo bike, a Tern GSD. It is our car replacement (2 1/2 years car free!), big and heavy, and even heavier when loaded up with all those groceries.
So Saturday afternoon we are approaching a four-way stop five blocks from our house when a man, who must have been sitting in his car for some time because he didn’t pass us on the street and I did not see him park and none of his car lights were on, opened his car door and hit me with it. In cycling parlance this is called being doored. Sadly, it is not uncommon. It has never happened to me before, and is something I am super careful to avoid by keeping track of cars and people and staying out of the “door zone.”
Only with the big cargo bike loaded with groceries I am very wide, so was a little closer to parked cars than usual. Fortunately, I did not bike head-on into the open door and flip over my handlebars. I was passing the car when he opened his door into the rear end of my bike. It knocked the back of my bike out from under me. I went down onto my right side and slid across the icy pavement to a stop at the curb in front of the parked car. I was also lucky there was not another car parked in front of this one.
You may recall a year ago about this time, James and I were coming home from getting groceries, I hit some ice and fell and fractured my collarbone. I sat up on the icy street doing a mental body check, feeling cursed, and hoping like hell I didn’t break anything. Since I went down on my right side and slid, my right knee was hurting and my right arm. James came rushing over to make sure I was ok. The man apologized saying he had looked but hadn’t seen me, but since he opened the door as I was passing, he clearly had not looked.
I continued to sit in the street next to the curb while James got all of the man’s insurance information. Nice people at the corner coffee shop ran over and wanted to help me up, but I told them I just needed to sit there for a bit. Finally, I was ready to stand. My knee was throbbing but I could bend it and walk on it. It felt scraped and bruised. My arm was also throbbing but my hand, wrist, and elbow were all fine. Nothing felt broken, but then my collarbone hadn’t felt broken either.
My bike was damaged and will need repairs. The right brake handle was snapped right off and dangling from the handlebars by the cable. But I could still ride it home. So we made our slow and careful way the five blocks to our house.
At home I could remove all my layers and look at my knee and arm. My knee was scraped and bruised and my forearm had a big goose egg swelling on it that made me really worried.
Comfrey salve and rest has brought the swelling down on my arm so it’s almost back to normal, though because of the bruising, tender. And my knee is bruised and a little sore but not painful. I will continue to keep an eye on them because sometimes after accidents it takes a little while for things to develop.
James called the man’s insurance company and opened a claim. They will pay for the bike repairs and if I need medical attention. They should also pay for my waterproof Patagonia pants that now have a tear in them.
In spite of everything, there was still much joy this week. Getting all the ingredients for the Solstice meal, which I will tell you all about next weekend, is always fun. There was also fresh snow earlier in the week and biking in fresh snow is magical. I have lights around the wheels of my bike that change colors and this makes me happy and other people happy too. Drivers at traffic lights roll down their windows and tell me they love my bike. People on the street shout, “cool bike!” as I go by. And one person this week wished me a merry Christmas.
It’s the middle of law school finals and Thursday a first year law student came to the desk to ask “for a friend” whether the librarians had any favorite treats. I said we never say no to chocolate. No treats have yet to appear, but just the asking was a joy. My boss has a large Dickens Village collection and went all out in setting it up in the library this year. He set it up in front of an area of the library that is all glass and looks out onto the atrium of law school so you don’t even have to be in the library to enjoy it. It is delightful! And the students love it. I make sure to pass along all the oohs and ahhs I hear, which brings my boss great joy, and of course, there are few things as joyful as sharing joy with others.
Dickens VillageWinter bike with glowing wheels that change color
Reading
- Book: There are Rivers in the Sky by Elif Shafak. This is a multi-narrator novel that takes place in Victorian London, 2018 London, and 2014 Turkey and Iraq during the massacre of the Yazidi people by ISIS. The narration is all connected by rivers—the Thames and the Tigris—and water in general as well as the poem Gilgamesh. The book at times got a little baggy, mostly because the Victorian era part of the story got far too much focus and its pacing was slowed down at times by too much extra detail. Overall, however, I very much enjoyed the story.
- Article: Yes, you can fight climate change in your backyard. Here’s a little graphic story about rewilding your backyard, even if you backyard is a balcony.
- Poetry: If Sylvia Plath wrote “Wild Geese”. Here’s a bit of poetry from by Erin Lyndal Martin at Electric Lit. There are two poems. The other one is “Emily Dickinson’s ‘I’m Nobody’ as Rewritten by T.S. Eliot” Heh.
- Conversation: Olivia Laing and Jamaica Kincaid. A chat between avid gardeners and the politics of gardens at Granta via LitHub.
Quote
“Rivers are fluid bridges—channels of communication between separate worlds. They link one bank to the other, the past to the future, the spring to the delta, earthlings to celestial beings, the visible to the invisible, and, ultimately, the living to the dead. They carry the spirits of the departed into the netherworld, and occasionally bring them back. In the sweeping currents and tidal pools shelter the secrets of foregone ages. The ripples on the surface of water are the scars of a river. There are wounds in its shadowy depths that even time cannot heal…
Water has memory.
Rivers are especially good at remembering.”
Elif Shafak, There Are Rivers in the Sky, page 432
Listening
- Nothing of particular note this week
Watching
- Movie: Perfect Days (2023). This was a beautiful movie. Hirayama leads a simple life cleaning public toilets in Tokyo. It won an Oscar earlier this year for Best International Feature Film. Well deserved. Kôji Yakusho, who plays Hirayama, is a fantastic actor.
James’s Kitchen Wizardry
This week James made delicious cinnamon rolls for a special breakfast treat. He also made a root pizza: shreded beets, radish, potato, with garlicky butternut squash sauce, homemade “sausage,” and homemade “cheese.” Colorful and delicious!
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