Don’t tell me there’s no global warming, Mr. Trump. We’ve already had some pretty hot days, and there are more to come. Our first winter in Washington after arriving  from Okinawa where the temp never goes below 50 degrees, here it snowed two feet.

We are once again to that time of the year when one can walk outside at most any time of the dark period and either sit or stand to drink in the darkness in a relatively comfortable ambient environment. It is also that time of year where nobility pays a brief but highly anticipated visit here.

Many of us like to think that Trump is the ogre that crashed our party.  He is but the fruit of a long period of division and bitter strife in our country.  Just the same, Trump’s behavior is aiding and abetting that behavior in a powerful way.  I don’t think any parent, conservative or liberal, would tolerate such behavior in their children, so what do you tell them when it seems okay for the President to act that way?

June 29th was the feast day of Saints Peter and Paul in the western Christian church calendar. Some of you are slapping your foreheads and saying, “Oh no, I forgot.” If you are part of the Eastern Orthodox Church, in which case you are on the Julian calendar, you will observe this feast day next week, so you’re good.

Do you ever walk into a room and not remember why you went there? Open your refrigerator and find only that you can’t remember what you meant to get from it? Struggle to introduce a newcomer to someone you’ve known for years and suddenly come up blank on your old friend’s name?  Or be introduced to someone and within five minutes forget that person’s name?

It was about eight years ago that we formed Transition Vashon, and about six years ago that I started writing this column as a means of getting transition ideas out into the community.  Our goal was to orient our community towards transitioning away from fossil fuels and putting together an energy descent plan.

I will admit it- I was trying to be clever with the title, switching lie for lay and thus making a phrase that is used to signify a perusal or survey of the condition or state of affairs of some situation, into the implied description of the latest verbal or written emissions from the current occupant of the oval office, and who we have previously identified solely as 45*.

As you drive, or bike, or walk, on the roads of the island, you will come across furniture, flower pots, appliances, remodeling leftovers, and other miscellany left at the side of the road, usually with a sign that says, “Free.”

Hurried day, too-full days, or lazy days call for ideas for quick, satisfying meals. Yet we want to give our families, and ourselves, healthy foods. Here are some ideas that work for us.

Most of us remember, however vaguely, being taught in grade school that our government has an ingenious system of checks and balances between the three branches of government that insures that no branch wields excessive power.  I, at least, don’t remember going over the US Constitution line by line, and, in fact, would have been bored to death if we had.

The new property tax assessments for 2018 arrived in the mail. You could hear the howls of pain and rage all over the island. Some of those howls were mine.

The colors and scents of spring and summer flowers cheer us, but not their pollen. Some us must cope with continual runny noses, bouts of sneezing , and sinus congestions when we combat those effects with antihistamine. I thank the good Lord and the highway department for eliminating most of the Island’s Scotch broom, but there’s still grass pollen, alder pollen, ragweed and many others.

Suppose the federal government could make money out of nothing and spend it freely.  Suppose they could do it not only without raising taxes, but possibly lowering them, and that the country would thrive on full employment. 

 I was going to write this a few weeks ago when things were fresher, but I just had to complete the series on our swimming sojourn to the watery desert before moving along to something less fun. What I am referring to here is of course a return to the hallowed halls of Ober Park to remember all the good times we had there at all those past Park Board meetings

About twenty years ago our good friends, the Blakemores, moved to Australia, where they settled in a little beach town.
One year, there was a fire in the forest uphill from their neighborhood. Naturally they were worried.

Everybody I know seems to like chicken: the thrifty, because it’s a less expensive meat than most; the novice cook because the recipes range from simple to more complex as skill increases; the hurried because a skinless breast or boned thigh

Last issue, I was talking about the various dichotomies that define each of us, conservative/liberal, authoritarian/libertarian, naturist (my version)/ humanist.  There is another that we mostly don’t freely choose but has a very great influence on our lives.

I sort of remember last time saying something about a partial report from Arizona in need of completion. As it is, sort of remembering is kind of how it is these days, which I believe can at least partly be attributed to creeping old fartism, combined with a certain lack of urgency in many of my filing systems.

Consider our indigenous people.
We believe that they came across a land bridge from Siberia and from there spread south through the Americas. There is some evidence that aboriginal people from Australia sailed in and settled in South America and Baja California, as well.

This week’s column features an Italian recipe for vegetarians and vegans, but anyone can enjoy it, even those who normally shun beans for fear of flatulence. The trick is to start a couple of days before you want to serve the delicious  dish. You start from scratch with dried beans that you soak overnight, drain,

Help us close out Earth Month with an Indigenous tribute to an Orca Legend. Saturday, April 29, 2:00 PM, at the Ober Park Performance Room, Orca Annie and Odin unveil “GRANNY’S GIFT - J2: A Sacred Matriarch’s Legacy.” Their special guest is researcher Mark Sears.

For some reason we find ourselves this week somewhere outside of Phoenix, dodging wildfires and driving around looking at all the development, the already oversized freeways waiting to be clogged with newcomers, and wondering,

Nothing like a couple of days of food poisoning to purge your body and clear your mind. Not that I recommend or condone it. The first and worst day I went through wondering if I was going to die, old and weak as I am, with so many regrets, so many things undone.

Some time ago I wrote a series of columns on which foods and herbs help people combat which ills. Now some readers have inquired what they can to remedy for their problems.  One of them asked what to do for fatigue. Besides recommending that she turn off TV and computer after supper, and to reduce the evening light level in her house, I suggested a little extra Vitamin Bl.