So, I’m sitting in my car in the foreground there with coffee, camera and binoculars birdwatching the grounds out of frame to the left.

That black car pulls up. Woman rolls down the window, says “You’re blocking an active roadway, you know.”

Me: No, I’m not.

Her: You are.

1/
Me: No. I am not.

Her: That (pointing to the grassy lane to the left of me) is an active roadway.

Now, mind you, in ten years of going there, I’ve seen one vehicle pull down that path. They waved to me.

Her again: You should move.

2/
Me: (Tone shifting to “I’m not the one for this, lady.”) I have been coming here for ten years…

Her eyes go wide that someone might actually respond to her bullshit with a “No.” and she legit spits gravel hitting the gas to drive off.

3/
And then she parks in the lot.

The irony is that I had a lot of these experiences when I had a plot at that community garden.

Someone complained my blueberry cage was 3 inches too high - on one side - because it was built on a slope.

4/
This isn’t a statement about anything other than my experience but every single time someone took it upon themselves to police something that wasn’t their business, it was a white woman.

Every time. That small subset of the pop believes they are authorized to police others.

5/
They are not.

Observing someone doing something that causes no harm but you don’t like doesn’t commission you with any social authority whatsoever.

Mind your own fucking business.

6/
There was nothing remotely illegal about me sitting there.

Sheriff McGee, on the other hand, was there to pick up the spouse who was illegally walking their dog off leash in the nature preserve.

I’m printing out the ordinance for next time.

I’d hate to have see her ticketed.
This was the scene Sheriff McGee complained about.

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I know this is going to sound random, but I have an ask of you:

Today, plan something to look forward to.

Something you really want to do.

A meal, a show, a trip, a class, a visit to friends, a project. It doesn’t matter what it is.

Just something you want to do.

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Today, before you go to bed, commit to doing something you want to do.

If you can book it or some part of it, do it. You can sort out the rest later.

There is something you’d love to do out there. Something you’ll look forward to until it arrives.

Today, make it real.

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It can be a year off. It can be something you have to save for. It can be something easy or hard.

It really doesn’t matter.

It just has to be an answer to the question “Name one thing you’d love to do…”.

Take a step toward it happening.

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If we were a thoughtful society, this pandemic would have taught us that forced commutes to office parks - which are ecological disasters - is a terrible practice.

We turn green spaces into heat-absorbent pavement farms so people can unnecessarily go to offices they don’t need.
The amount of chemicals we dump on office park landscaping to make its ornamental green spaces look pretty is a sin.

The amount of land we consume with largely unused parking lots, also a sin.

And every large company in the country just learned firsthand, they don’t need them.
One of my secret getaways during the pandemic was an office park that was largely shuttered due to COVID.

Here, at the foot of the property, is a grassy area with no actual purpose. It has no path, no use, no proximity to offices.

It’s just… a grass bowl.
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I just want to add one note and one addendum to this thread.

The note: I am glad it struck a chord with some; it struck one for me too.

Selfishness screams. Kindness whispers.

We must look close and listen hard to find the kindness or all we see and hear is selfishness.

1/
The addendum:

That little Giving Garden - those little rows of raised beds tended by strangers - produces 70,000 pounds of fresh produce a year.

Since its founding, it has provided fresh, organic produce to over 200,000 families.

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Fresh produce is expensive.

Food-insecure families cannot afford the makings for a salad. They can’t afford a trip to the farmer’s market. They can’t afford local summer corn or fresh fruit.

When a food budget tightens to the point of choking, fresh produce is one of the cuts.
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I have been a bit out of sorts lately. No specific reason. I’m just at loose ends a bit. Post COVID - but not. Life returning to normal - but not.

Lately I’ve been waking up super early. Like, in the wee, wee hours before even sunrise.

And I’ve been getting up.

1/
When I can, I get up, grab my camera, leave the house, and drive somewhere.

Some mornings, I just sit with windows rolled down and radio off listening to the world awakening to the day.

It is peaceful. Calming. An un-lonely alone-ness.

2/
Some days, I park alongside the community garden where my son and I rented a plot for several years.

It sits alongside a maintained garden overlooking sweeping fields that give way to a low river basin.

It is a pretty place. I usually have it all to myself at that hour.

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My son played his last regular season game of soccer today; and I’ve had a pint or two of Guinness.

So it’s about to get very Hallmark movie in here very fast. You have been forewarned. If you strap in for the ride, ya gets what ya gets.

Anyway, let’s proceed.

1/
It wasn’t my son’s last game with this team. They have a tournament left in June.

Today was just the last match of the regular season.

Surely that couldn’t be enough to send a grown-ass man into a Guinness-fueled nostalgia thick as marmalade.

And yet here we are.

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I had that June tourney in my back pocket. That was my buffer. I wouldn’t need to get all emotional today, you see, because it wasn’t really my son’s last game of the year.

I fully believed that. I was good.

This wasn’t going to be the Day of Unbearable Sentimentality.

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Sitting at a bar (for only the 2nd time in a year) eating a quick lunch.

Meathead 1 comes in by himself. Meathead 2 eventually arrives.

They have now been talking about transgender kids in their circle of friends for 15 minutes.

And it has been... adorable.

1/
As soon as I heard ‘transgender’, I braced for some asinine slew of backwards, bigoted, dumbfuckery.

Instead, Meathead #2 led Meathead #1 through a catch up about a mutual friend’s child who is transgender and another friend’s child who is gender fluid.

2/
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He is lowkeying it but he has thought about this. Processed it. Worked through it. Came out the other side where the job is to be an ally.

3/
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