a little red hen

Not doing that again--sustainability in real old life

My neighbor B.P. (not to be confused with the infamous oil company) suggested at a community meeting that we needed to stretch our recycling efforts.  She demonstrated her suggestion by holding up plastic berry boxes that she stated could be washed and returned  to the store.  Audience exchanged dubious glances.  "You could also," she continued, "take them to the Farmers Market and put your raspberries in them."

I thought that was hilarious.  Then checked myself.  Wasn't it my idea back in 1998 that New Yorkers could kitchen compost with red wiggler worms?  Didn't I use similar little plastic boxes to create the "world's smallest kitchen composter."  Many laughed,  suggested it was undoable.  Challenged, especially now a resident of the most sustainably-conscious city in America, Portland, Oregon, I would try out her idea.

More than that, Saturday, June 17, 2010, would be my uber-effort on the container front.  In keeping with the local ethic and encouragement in stores, we've become more dutiful carriers of canvas bags.  Still find it a bit uncomfortable to simply drop the unwrapped aspirin bottle into my purse and not wonder if the "Thief!" electronics will sound as I leave the drugstore.  But the Farmers Market at PSU is the place to feel righteous about dispensing even with canvas:  I have seen people  do it.

You know how everyone is very polite in PDX?  That's how it was with the young man at the blueberry table.  Explained that I was just going to transfer the berries from the little green paper box to my plastic one.  "Think they will fit?" I anxiously asked Ron.  "Sure."  He's patient too.  Well, they fit but it's a trickier maneuver than I'd imagined; quickly gathered up wandering berries as the line behind me grew longer.

Lost a few berries, felt womanly righteousness.  Spent more time than usual in figuring out how to arrange food.  Took along a shoe box in the Zabar cart...yes, there is one plastic bag for the apricots/peaches.  Ran out of canvas...gets more complex around items that need to be held while selecting, then weighed on purchase.    

My message to B.P. is that the effort was informative for my future.   But  the berry-box-reuse notion is history in my house.  

Maybe B.P., a former elementary school teacher, and I (once one of those too) could do is design a class, "Transformative Sustainability," a/k/a  "Right-thinking Bagging Techniques for the  Older Person." Respectful, conscious of age-related limitations. 

Watch for an announcement in the Oregonian where a major grocer's  anti-plastic-bag  initiative hit today's front page. [Be sure to read the online comments following the story...are they what you'd expect?]

Compost Redux: Sustainability Notions in a CCRC

 Earlier this week, I had lunch with Marian M, chair of Terwilliger Plaza's Green Team.  I'd attended one of their monthly meetings and wanted to know more about their efforts to increase our CCRC's sustainability.  

[Aside:  "Sustainability," we have learned, is a major Portland buzzword.   This link to an EPA definition is a reminder that "Nearly 80 per cent of Americans live in urban environments..." Probably anyone in the U.S. reading this--city or suburb.]

Learned that the Green Team was formed by residents about three years ago.  Proper battery collection and the reduction of lighting in public rooms have been among their projects. Often recycle innovations involve more complexity and   planning than you would imagine. Disposal of old television sets during the 2009 digital changeover was one of these.  Most recent, and very impressive, is a grant Terwilliger has received to study the Green Roof idea as another possibilty.

 Shared with Marian about my own work "Composting in Manhattan" and her response was revelatory.  Seriously:  the GT has initiated an outdoor compost collector behind the building.  No red wigglers simply a straightforward arrangement.

Delighted with the chance, I disposed of the beet ribs (are these gorgeous beets) from a recent dinner.  Placed dried leaves over them, poked a bit.  Voila!  Composting in PDX, very satisfying.  Thanks to Marian and the GT, no more Bloom veggies/eggshells/coffee grounds down the chute.

Maybe more compost jewelry, knit red wiggler worms in the future.  My imagination travels to a chorus of Green Team composters...elegant Terwilliger residents of both sexes decorated with beads from beets as they make poetry and music about the satisfaction of latelife composting.

The future of Terwilliger sustainability looks promising.

Composting in Manhattan, 1998

Ron Bloom Celebrates Another Birthday!

All my love and thanks for all the places we've been, crises we've survived,  children and grandchildren we've loved...

...and your great patience in teaching me too many things to list...what I've learned from your pleasure in sharing with everyone who comes within your range.

  All of us look forward to many more June tenths with you--

most especially yours truly ...

Celebration: High-Rise Style...Last night--a building party where we live. Lee Morgan, Ron's co-chair and great party-giver, suggested this one as they wrapped up their term of office, turned it over to another pair. Singing the Birthday song was a high point of the pot-luck evening...who says New Yorkers don't care about one another?

Coming Out: Myself as "Reluctant Elderly"

Flipping through images in my iPhoto file (favorite thing about my Mac), I come upon images from birthday lunch for my 75th last August.  I meant to blog on how it felt to be "feted" by a group of strangers.

Did I enjoy it?  Absolutely.  Were the people my age or older?  It was a mix at my table, mostly women but more men than I'd expected.  Must have been 100 there for lunch at the Lenox Hill Senior Center.  Got that?  The invitation to celebrate this landmark day (pictures here from the event) came about because I had joined the Center back in 1998.  And never returned.

Backstory.  Deep into kitchen composting as an art form, I'd applied for a small grant from the Puffin Foundation.   The idea was to form a group of seniors into a Kitchen Compost Troupe.   We'd  celebrate the 2001 closing of Fresh Kills, home of the world's largest garbage dump on Staten Island.  Each of us would have nurtured my patented invention, "WormWare,"  world's smallest kitchen composter.

Of the several ways I devised to gather such a group together, I visited Lenox Hill Senior Center.  I spoke with a social worker about making a future presentation on "Composting in Manhattan."   She suggested that I have lunch that day and get a measure of the participants.  Readers, I joined a senior center.

That was a jolt.  It was very personal--unlike teaching a class in Baltimore at an "Eating Together" program in my fifties--this was about me at 66.  Not ready, too soon, I thought. The grant came through but my plan changed after writing a second grant.   "This Dirt Museum:  the Ladies' Room," was an interactive installation at Queens Botanical Garden in 2001.

I never returned to the Lenox Hill Senior Center.  Well, they were all the way over on the east side of town where I rarely go except to museums.  Their knitting group was not as, how would you say it, "up-to-date" as the ones I attended.  The food was very institutional and I felt uncomfortable about it's small one dollar price.  This was not me.  At that moment, aside from reluctance to see myself as one of them, I hit the social class issue.  Senior centers in many cities have been established for people with limited resources.  In New York, their financial support comes from  non-profits working with the aging and the City Council.

Fast forward to 2008.  After all my years of neglect--I did carry the membership card in my wallet for years-- Lenox Hill was gracious enough--to send me an invite to their monthly Birthday Lunch.  Had I been asked in other years (I forget much these days)? I decided to take them up on their offer.

I really enjoyed myself, Ron too but he's less critical than I.  Several of my lunch companions were working seniors.  One woman in public relations wanted to connect with my westside Democratic club because she said  it seemed more active in the Obama campaign than her eastside group.  She also thought  knitting Condom Amulets was amusing and a smart way to promote safe; the actress sitting next to her agreed. 

Having heard that there was a national a move to "update" senior centers.  In New York City the Mayor had big plans to make them more "health-oriented" and reduce their funding.  On the way out I spoke with the two social workers running the program.  Things were not good they reported.  In December, Mayor Bloomberg was resisted in his efforts, with strong opposition by our Council President, Christine Quinn.  Elsewhere from Wellesley, Massachusetts to Los Angeles, California, it's evident that denial about aging takes many forms in addition to my own reluctance.  

Ron and I will soon move into a continuing care retirement community in Portland, Oregon.  Besides accepting it to myself,  I have come out to anyone who will listen that it feels right to describe myself as "elderly."   Yes, more attitude adjustments lie in ahead.

[This post in appreciation of  two this week at TGB on aspects ageism and especially the comment by Tamar at Only Connect that followed the first post.]

ZIP CAR: environmental idea almost as good as composting

 Heard about them, seen them lately around New York, now Ron and I had a reason to rent a zipcar in Portland.  We only paid $66.00 for the entire day--insurance, gas and 180 miles a day were all free.

We began by signing up on line for approval.  When we knew we needed a car, we went online again and arranged to pick it up at one of two locations near where we're staying.

The most challenging moment:  where to place the membership card to gain access.   After that it was easy, used the gas card located in driver's visor.  

 A sunny day in Portland ends with leaving the car where we'd picked it up.

My son-in-law tells us that PDX has saved a great deal of money by having zipcars used by city employees on a per-need basis rather than a fleet of city-owned cars.  And it was a hybrid vehicle. 

As alternatives to car rental, zipcars are gaining populariity in many U.S. cities.   I do wish some one would come up with as compelling an idea for kitchen composting, my own favorite environmental idea that requires no registration--only red wiggler worms and a  box.

Hot Harlem Morning...Women Walking

The radio said it was going to be a very warm day Thursday, September 4, in New York.  In my head that was not about the early morning.  A little breezy at 9 a.m. as I walked out of my building to meet the new weekly walking group.   About six of us try various routes each week. Might not be doing this if I had not started carrying a pedometer.  And that happened when I joined the online support group, Elderexercise.

This was the third week with my neighbors.   We returned to Riverside Park and a slightly different path.  Some serious steps, down then back up.  Movies in the park!  End-of-summer flowers losing their earlier strong  color.

Worms on the path remind me of the time a few years ago with red wigglers composting in my  kitchen.

Something that always surprises me: special events for New Yorkers and their cosseted dogs.  Cats, preferred by many apartment dwellers, never get their public due here.

We'd started around 120th and Broadway, planned to reach 96th in the Park.  But we turned back at 103rd Street as the heat got to us.    Past Grant's Tomb, Sakura Park, a pleasant, hardly noticed block-square green space.  Ron and I came to sit here on September 11, 2001.

A smile for the camera in honor of the local storefront, Praise the Lord Dental.  We logged three miles.

Eugene, Oregon--Fiber and Produce

A visit to Oregon this time of year is not complete without experiencing produce in the open-air.  We began in Eugene where we'd gone for Black Sheep Gathering.  We made a point to visit the bountiful town market before the sheep so we could bring our own lunch along.

For reasons only the natives must know,  the worst sort of fast food is available at the Gathering--nothing fresh, no lamb.  Curious.

As great and glorious Eugene's Saturday Market is, it was the waste-conscious sensibility that got to me.  Imagine, a container for compost.  Of course, this assumes that everyone knows this is for waste that can  be composted not as I initially thought, "They bring compost here?"  And everyone know which stuff belongs in it?  Remarkable but then I live in another universe where it is someone else's responsibility to keep the earth clean--not ours. 

The  specialness of our trip was taking Zach, our 6 year old grandson, along on his first overnight trip with us.  He was very comfortable with this Angora sheep and all the wool-centric happenings.  Though very sensitive to wearing wool, we cannot knit or  spin  for him, nothing was a problem with the live product.

He was encouraged to be up-close with the animals by Carol Ronan,  a sheep breeder in Selma, Oregon.

We watched the judging--Carol even encouraged Zach to come into the ring with her--as she won two ribbons for her animals.  We'll return next year and see if he's ready to get in the ring.

A Woman's Bookstore with Zines

Place yourself in this photo and you're walking toward the checkout/cafe counter of Bluestockings, the only women's bookstore in New York City.  In truth, it has expanded from its 1999 beginning as a place for women's books to its current incarnation as a "radical bookstore, fair trade cafe, and activist center" on the lower east side. 

Here's an excellent photo of the storefront by Brian of New York Daily Photo, a site filled with images that have the depth and richness of those on Blogging in Paris.

Various publications can be found at Bluestockings.  I was particularly interested in browsing their zines.  Get ready...click on Microcosm Publishing for a dunk into a world mostly known to people under, uh, 30--maybe 20.  While we elders sleep, there's a throbbing universe of DIY folks who put together under $5.00, limited edition publications to express ideas--personal and/or political.  Above are two zines I especially like.  The front and one inside page of (of course) "Hen Party" and "the war at home:  New Orleans after Katrina" with text plus black and white photos.  The tan one with knit worms on its cover was the free handout for "This Dirt Museum: the ladies' room," my 2001 composting installation 2001. Perhaps, a zine?

Because I am about to co-produce a zine, my frequent Google searches have led to a new development:  ZineWiki.  Go read it; maybe you'll create one yourself.

Also on my list for Bluestockings was the recent anthology, "We Don't Need Another Wave"  The subtitle is, "Dispatches from the next generation of feminists," the editor Melody Berger.  Also found the latest copy of Bitch Magazine, "a feminist response to pop culture."  I am going to subscribe to this one; it's too hard to find uptown.  Also not comfortable to ask the mostly Middle Eastern news sellers if they have a copy of Bitch.

What a pleasure to be in a space where I can linger, sample publications from all over, touch paper, turn pages, think about coming back another time to see what's new.  Bluestockings--sun streaming into its large front windows, cafe tables nearby--feels like a mini-version of Powell's Books in Portland, Oregon.*  Also brought home a copy Herizons, a women's quarterly from Canada.  Thorough and scary article about North American cosmetics, another on Tajikistan, a country in Central Asia unknown to me.   

Oh, yes, about the zine in my own life.  "Knit A Condom Amulet," an online zine with designs and how-tos from other knitters is in the planning stage.

*In Other Words in Portland, Oregon, is the only non-profit women's bookstore in the U.S.

Knitting...Two FOs

Knitting furiously, how long does it take to finish a infant hat?  (FO=finished object) Tuesday night I got started, worked through a meeting where a group of 12 women tried to envision their lives ten years from now.  A bit more that evening at home--along with a few more rows on the blue silk noile shawl.

More on Wednesday at Knitty City (missing the knit circle changed to Thursdays to follow Betty) in the company of another grandmother whose two-year-old played with a tape measure, great safe toy, then fell into a deep sleep in her stroller.  Answering our pattern questions was Amanda Gael who has made a very different Condom Amulet for the upcoming Zine (more later).

That evening gave the hat a big push--much done during a lengthy meeting of people from the six buildings that comprise the middle-income co-op where I live.  Representatives arrive from each building plus any interested co-oper.  New people, many with young children, have moved in during the last couple of years and brought a good energy for change that we've needed.

Finally, did the crochet "button" for the top and it was complete--Thursday.  People used to surprise me by asking how long it took to knit one red wiggler worm.  Now I know it takes me two days for a baby hat.  This one goes to the west coast for the first grandchild of a New York friend who joins me in grandparenting at a distance. 

Finished the shawl too--such an energy burst--have to think of fitting glamourous photo with it...back to knitting the 18-inch doll.