Happy Friday! I hope you’ve all had a productive week.
As ever with the weeks after Bank Holidays, I felt discombobulated all week because the days are all out of sync but I battled through and managed to have a fairly productive week at work but you will have noticed that posting has been all over the place. Sometimes I find the time and sometimes, I don’t! However, this week, I did manage to write miscellany and allotment adventures and this post so I don’t feel so bad.
It’s been an important week for learning. Things I have learnt this week: 1) In the US, they call Nutella ‘Nu-tella’ which isn’t wrong (ok it’s wrong but it’s not a hill to die on) but just odd. 2) Until Europeans stumbled upon the New World, broad (fava) beans were the only beans that we had.
The more you know.
Anyway here are this week’s links…
A radical way to cut emissions – ration everyone’s flight. In the last 10 years, I’ve taken 8 trips that involved flying, Dublin, Ben and Laura’s wedding, 2 trips to Belfast to see Ryan, 2 long haul trips (Cote d’Ivoire and DC), a flight back from Edinburgh for work and Strasbourg to look after Ms T. Even that looks like a lot and it will never happy because limiting flights hits the well off and no one wants to do that.
There’s a reason white women’s tears have gone viral. I’ve read the original Guardian article and seen some of the twitter debate about it. I’m not aware of having done any of this but I think it’s really important to hear what is being said and consider my behaviour in the context of it. Look, it’s not a conspiracy, if that many BAME women have experienced this, then it’s happening.
The panic of turning 40. Really? I honestly didn’t mind that much, it felt like the no-bullshit birthday, with most things that feel daunting, they aren’t if you look them in the eye but maybe because of the terrible time that had been my 30’s it was just relief that they were over.
Incredible Edible: Yorkshire town’s food-growing scheme takes root worldwide. You all know how much I think of growing food if you can and volunteering as good for the soul. This combines the two!
South Georgia declared rat-free after centuries of rodent devastation. I heard about this on the Today Programme this week.
The Great High School Imposter. there is such a difference between British and American journalist styles but despite that this is interesting.
Flat shoes you can walk to work in. Not if you don’t want to experience a lifetime of foot pain. So much wrong in most of these suggestions…
Working while grieving. If being dumped for God, isn’t bad enough. Having that person before you have it out of your system, while you still love them has got to be horrific. I just feel so sad for her. I know, through lots of hard won experience, that she will get through it but it’s hard and difficult, made more so because he wasn’t her boyfriend anymore. What I’ve learnt is that people love a label and a hierarchy and not being married to the dead person before they die doesn’t count to a lot of people so sympathy is withheld but your grief isn’t any less. Grieving can be a kind of madness and the only thing to do is to take one step, and then another and just try to keep going.
My life before was unreasonable, for lots of reasons. But death is double-unreasonable, because you can neither argue with it nor understand it. It simply is.
And if death is double unreasonable, grief is triple unreasonable. The pain of it is unreasonable; the way it swirls and eddies into every corner of your life is unreasonable; the empty place in the centre of you is as unreasonable and inexplicable as looking into a black hole. These metaphors don’t make much sense. I know that, but I also know that writing these words puts the roof over my head. I also know that, like millions of others in this country, I am working perhaps before I am truly ready to go back to work because I don’t have a choice.