When I was young we lived in Oregon. No one had air conditioning at home, in the store or in the car. Summer weather was quite temperate with high 70’s or low 80’s in the day and “need a sweater” evenings. There was little or no humidity. I knew before we moved East that we would have hot and humid summers. Still except for “air cooled” movies the East of my childhood didn’t have air conditioning either.

How things have changed both West and East in the 24 years since we moved. Charlie puts window air conditioning units in three rooms. The car has air conditioning. Everywhere we go is mechanically cooled. Friends in the West say that the weather of my youth is long gone. Today it is 98 in Portland. They rely on air conditioning too.

I am not sure when stating the obvious about climate change became politicized. Perhaps the people in charge never go outside! The rest of us know reality when we experience it.

Shout out to Charlie. Walks from salvaged bricks. Picket fence built by hand. Blueberry corral highlighted on upper center. Restored grape arbor (after neighbor’s tree fell on it) upper left. Annual bed planted from seed on lower left. Countless hours unpaid (save occasional fruit pies.) Great rewards for the non gardener(no secret who she is!)

Facebook constantly posts things that are highly questionable. One such photo appears above on the left, touting a moving concert from the combined forces of Bruce Springsteen and Joan Baez. I routinely fact check a majority of these posts, whether purported new speeches from Pope Leo or bargain “never shave your legs again” ads.

Sadly, Google’s search engine has now added AI assist to its results. These usually show at the top of the results page and claim to present a thorough set of responses to the query you posed. Many people will probably find that easier than reading through countless other results. In fact when I did that the results were shown in the right hand picture. This response has since been replaced by another, more accurate one. This original answer has added the modifier “AI responses may include mistakes.” In fact, the concert never took place. There was neither candlelight nor an audience in tears. A closer look at the Facebook picture shows a crowd of people standing still in a straight formation.

Meanwhile Facebook filled with heartfelt messages to the fake post, seemingly verified by Google. Is it any wonder that so many have resigned themselves to the easy but highly dangerous conclusion that “I can’t trust anything?”

When I was a very little girl my favorite book was Bears by Ruth Krauss published in 1948. The illustration on the left is an example of that story. On the right is a photo posted by our police last month of a bear running down on Main Street. What is cute in a story book turns quite disconcerting on an urban heavily traveled road. What is going on in Connecticut these days?

Once prolific throughout New England, brown bears had been wiped out by the 1800’s from both hunting and lack of their habitat now being farmed. But as farming declined here the forests returned, the perfect habitat for the bears, and they also came back. So far, so good. Then people saw the lovely woods and decided they were a perfect place to escape urban congestion. They built houses among the trees and moved in with their cars and children and dogs and cats and BIRD FEEDERS.

The people still thought bears were cute. “After all, they were here first. Can’t we just coexist in peace?” The bears saw a great way to eat without using their natural tedious methods. “Feeders and grills and picnics and kitchens—oh my.”

People insist on feeding birds and leaving their kitchen doors open. Last year bears entered 67 homes. Many bears no longer fear people. No person has died yet though some have been attacked. No easy solution seems in sight as debate rages over allowing the limited bear hunting that exists in every other nearby state.

Stay tuned. Neither the bears nor the suburbanites are ceding any territory.

As some of my readers know, my husband Charlie is a master gardener. In fact when we married in 1988 the neighbors wasted no time telling me how he had improved our yard! Before that they had been very forgiving of the single mother(me) failing at the most basic yard duties including mowing, weeding, trimming and planting.

In our Connecticut home he cultivates a 30 plant blueberry patch with several varieties of high bush plants. This week he has been outside every day harvesting gallons of berries. We actually have a freezer just for the blueberries and later the bounty of tomatoes he grows. He freezes most of the berries, but a good amount go to friends and neighbors.

And of course down the road will be the famous peach blueberry pie. For those who don’t know, when we were first dating I mentioned once having a recipe for that combination. He wrote the newspaper asking them to search their archives for it. They did and I have treasured the recipe ever since. I just have to wait for the perfect timing of overripe peaches and just ripe berries. That will be soon, I imagine, with the heat wave we’re having.

Christopher Booker in 2019 wrote a fascinating account of what he called “The seven basic plots: why we tell stories.” When I read it(a long slog only for the diehard) I recalled how often I knew just where a novel was going. Unless I was enjoying the characters and settings, it no longer held my interest.

Janelle Brown’s newest novel What Kind of Paradise falls into the time honored coming of age story. Here our central character,Jane, has been raised in isolation for 17 years with her father deep in the Montana woods. When she finally stumbles upon hidden papers that tell a different story from her father’s, she sets out across the country seeking truth.

We are often ahead of her as we suspect more about her father. Still she comes to know what we know. The focus shifts to this young adult trying to figure out what she gained and what she lost in her upbringing. While the memoir Educated covered similar ground I found Brown’s depiction of Jane more nuanced and thus more convincing.

I also appreciated that the novel avoided violence and abuse from her father. Rather it focused on her father’s efforts to shape her outlook on the world. Jane (now Esme) has to grow into her own person. And what is coming of age, after all, but a time to form our own identity, apart from that handed to us in our family?

This summer’s balance of rain and sunshine has produced an abundance of flowers and a bounty of thriving greenery Charlie didn’t plant. Perhaps some lovely volunteers snuck in and are worth keeping. But equally likely they are the advance scouts of a coming weed invasion. How to know?

Long a user of Merlin, a free app to identify birds by sight and sound, I recently discovered the free app iNaturalist pictured above. I spent this morning trying it out on some of these mystery plants. Easy to use, one just snaps a picture and after “thinking” for a bit a suggestion is made with a prediction of accuracy. The loveliest interloper turned out to be giant goldenrod, now destined for removal.

Charlie tried it out indoors on our dog Zoe. I am not sure what he did, but it identified Zoe as Human with a 2.7% predicted accuracy. We didn’t want to disillusion her with this tidbit. She is certain, no matter what iNaturalist, says that she is Human with 100% accuracy

As a child in 1956 I saw an orthodontist about my teeth. The cost was too high, so I still have an “interesting bite” according to my dentist. What I remember most was seeing the terrible teeth of the doctor. Commenting about it later to my mother she told me Dr. Reese had been on the Bataan death march. I had no idea what that meant.

This many years later I read Angels of the Pacific by Elise Hooper and finally understood. Historical fiction, but carefully researched, Hooper writes of the World War Two Japanese attack on the Philippines one day after the December 7, 1941 bombing of Pearl Harbor. The story begins in Bataan and Corregidor west of Manila focusing on the American nurse taken prisoners there. It continues to their imprisonment in a P.O.W camp in Manila and introduces us to the underground Philippine civilians working against the Japanese occupiers.

Not for the faint of heart, the novel depicts the cruelty that went on during the occupation. While it doesn’t directly mention the death march, the overall grim picture of those years until 1945 let me understand not only Dr. Reese’s terrible teeth but also his miraculous survival. Military and civilian suffering was immense, many died, and many were permanently injured. Many survived, including many of the women characters portrayed in the novel.

I have always appreciated balanced novels set in wartime. The courage, perseverance and underground tactics of many during those times encourage me. For me these accounts speak out against the cruelty so often on display both then and now. They remind me that together we can always “find a way out of no way.”

I was an early adopter of video games in pizza parlors. One of my favorites was Frogger. At the bottom of the image above a little green and yellow frog waits to cross the highway to get to the logs on the other side. She must weave between race cars, bulldozers, cars, and trucks to do so. Most times the frog(me) gets squished between one vehicle or another.

Since Covid turned regular drivers into speed demons, I often feel that I, in the center lane, am just an obstacle(a car) for that little black car(the frog) driven by a single young male driver trying to get to the right hand exit. He must weave left, then right, then left, then right again to exit. And of course his hyped up buddy, hot on his tail, must do the same. They come up on me so fast that even my blind spot warning can’t light up.

Drivers have been clocked at 130mph(the speed limit is 65) and often can evade the police. Meanwhile the state is debating how to catch the scofflaws. As for me, I now am seeking out the back roads. Sadly those same drivers seem to regard traffic lights and stop signs as suggestions. They ignore them!

I seem to have encountered a problem since I last wrote here. Am trying to fix it!