Dangerous Compassions


“I picked some peppers,” Ming said.

“Did you pick a peck of peppers?” I asked.

“Maybe!” he said.  “How much is a peck?”

“A lot!”  I said.  “I think it’s a fourth of a bushel!”

Ming looked impressed.

“Yeah!  Thank you, fourth grade!  In case I got lifted up and transported to a farm, and they wouldn’t teach me how much was a peck.”

Then I googled–yes, it was true.  A peck is a fourth of a bushel.

a chicken in every pot

We got a food box from the culinary school, so we could cook some chicken for the elders in the other houses.   Ming cooks the chicken in the crockpot, and it smells yuckie.  Then I don’t want to use the crock pot for my food.

I remembered that we had the old pot, which is a little scratched up–Ming kept the old pot, when he bought a replacement one.  So Ming suggested, “What if we designate one pot for our food, and one pot for the chicken?”

“I don’t know–would that be kosher?” I asked.  That was funny too.  We laughed for a long time.  Kitchen laughs are the best.


There’s a new holiday for UUers called chalica.  Ming and I are long-time friends of the UU church.  A brilliant person we know from church gave us a set of rainbow candles, so we can celebrate chalica.  So I cleared off part of my altar and set up the candles.



There was recently an extra-gorgeous sunset here, with the sky so bright with orangey-pink clouds, fiery and exciting.  I stood in the driveway for a long time and watched its brilliance, then watched it turn to gray.  Worshiping the sky is one of my favorite things to do.

I took a short video of the sunset with the cars going by on MLK.  Then a FedEx truck turns down our street.  It’s only 13 seconds long–don’t blink!

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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